What I'll Do...

It's a question that I'm getting a little sick of. "So, Andrew, what will you be up to after High School?" Sometimes I give a good answer, other times not so much. The main thing that bothers me is that there are so many things to do. Often I feel like I'm in a hallway with thousands of open doors that I can choose from, but if I walk through one, the rest all close forever. So in my quest for people to understand my dilemma and because I can't wax philosophically for five paragraphs, here is the general plan.

#1. Money, Money
Now this may seem petty, but I want some money. The simple freedom of having the surplus is appealing, and I always wanted an island in the South Pacific. The most practical way to earn is too work, and that seems doable. I know that people reading this are all like "Say what?", but I can work very hard in short bursts when I get motivated. How do you think I passed Physics... and Calculus... and became and Eagle Scout?

#2. Would you like to Sample my Wares?
When I have the necessary capital, I need to spend it. After purchasing that island, I'd like to think that I'd invest in a business. Which brings me to my next stage of operations: Brewing! Yes, that's right, we'll have a vineyard and a hopsyard and all sorts of stuff. We'll even make sparkling grape juice, mostly cause I love that stuff. I'd keep a keg of it on hand all the time.

#3 A New Market
After securing the adult market with Indigo Distilleries Co., I'd have to branch my business out into the most profitable of markets: children. You may ask how I plan to do this. Simple, let me ask you, have you heard of Bouncy Houses? I'm gonna take it to the next level: Cookie Castles. Made from chocolate chip bricks and using oreo cream for mortar, you can be the lord of your own dessert fort surrounded by a moat of healthy 1% milk. Doesn't get anymore American than that.

#4 Chillax
Well, I think that it's safe to say that my plans are ironclad. After a few years of hard work, I'd settle down with my good friends and a few family members on that island at the ripe old age of 26. Let some young up-and-comer run the day-to-day, as long as I hold all the stock. What could possibly go wrong?