God help me if I go blind...
Dude, I was thinking about what I'd do if I went blind the other day...
I'd probably live the rest of my life in a deep, deep depression.
I mean seriously, all of my talent resides in my eyes.
But wait, I'm a writer, too. I could just learn braille or something.
So I guess it wouldn't be all bad.
...
Yes, yes it would be all bad. Gone would be the beauty of sunrises and sunsets, and the endorphine rush of jogging along rugged mountain trails and their accompanying vistas, and I would never learn to paint. At least nothing realistic. Maybe some crazy abstract nothingnesses. But I hate that kind of art, so I guess that'd make me a hypocrate.
I could always resort to blind-fu and become a superhero. (Daredevil.)
...yeah, so pretty much life would suck. Ass.
I pray I never go blind.
Or deaf.
Or mute.
Or an amputee.
Dude, not my arms. Never my arms. Then I wouldn't be able to draw or write. Someone kill me if I become a blind amputee.
Y' know, I've never done a collab. At least not a non-communal one. C'mon, someone, one-on-one time.
Collab, anyone?