I will move to San Francisco. No, better yet I will move to Brooklyn, New York. And I will start a club without a license. No, I will become friends with a guy who owns a club without a license. And I will start a band. No, I will play by myself. I will buy a Casio keyboard on eBay and I will plug it into a pedal that makes random sounds and I will pretend like I'm controlling it.
The people in the audience will think I'm real far out. And after the show, a pretty hipster will come up and ask me if I want to stay at her place tonight.
And then I'll know that I've finally made it. I will be stoned or drunk at all times. I will grow a beard and wear big glasses. No, I will shave my beard and get contacts. No, I will be clean shaven and wear glasses. No, I will get contacts and wear glasses without the lenses. That way, I can decide whether or not I want to wear glasses once I'm already out. And I will carry a fake beard in my back pocket just in case.