I am twenty-three and I want to be like Muhammad Ali. Okay? I'm laid off from work. I've never written anything that's been published because I've been too busy working to be something that I no longer have any interest in being. Does this sound familiar? I'm at a cross-roads but the devil isn't there because He doesn't exist. I'm not trying to write the new Manual of Cool from which disaffected youths will borrow heavily. I just want to have Fun.