Walk into my dad's office

>walk into my dad's office
>stand at full height and speak at a confident but assertive volume
>"dad, I've decided on my career path"
>"well it's about time, son. Your mother and I were getting very worried about your future; at 23 you're far too old to be living at home anymore. What did you choose? Medicine? Law? Engineering? Maybe something with computers?"
>look him dead in the eye
>"I want to be a writer"
>total silence
>his eyes glaze over for a moment and he stares out the window
>after about a minute he gets up from his office chair
>I stand about five inches taller than him but when he approaches me I feel like a little boy again
>dad: "so how are you going to make money?"
>"well at this point I'm just working on becoming competent at my craft, not so much financial success. I'll probably publish stories in small press magazines until I'm good enough to write a novel, but it'll be years, maybe decades, before I'll get that far, and even then financial success is far from assured--"
>he slaps me as hard as he can across the face
>I try to speak but he slaps me again
>he hasn't slapped me since I was a teenager
>dad: "let me know when you decide on a career. You're running out of time."
>I run out of his office and down to my basement room, tears streaming down my face
>fire up the laptop and open Chrome
>into the URL bar I begin to type: "boards.Veeky Forums.org/lit/..."

doesn't it just auto-fill after you type the 'l'?

>Forgetting the ""

The tall bar of light is moving along the wall. It dims to nothing before it reaches me.

Find a job a, full time
Save (a lot)
Leave your parents house
Find a flat (studio or roomates)
Do whatever the fuck you want
???
Profit

brother, look at your address bar right now

>he actually types out the full address
Never gonna make it

...

Your prose is amazing. Pretend you're a chick and get this published in Babe ASAP

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