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A man walks up to another man standing outside the theater and asks, "Who are you?"

The man replies, "I'm an artist working on his newest work."

The other replies, "Are you a sketcher?"

He replies, "No."

"Do you do sculptures?"

"No."

"Then what do you do?"

"I write plays that make people laugh, cry, and clap," he replies, "Maybe you've heard of my, my name is William Shakespeare."

We writers are artists, we are the only ones that truly understand our art, and we are the only ones that can make our art what it is.

I'm the kind of guy that likes many different things - women, fast cars, action movies, a good book, video games, etc. Being the oldest of three brothers there are a lot of responsibilities stacked against me, but I've always been the one that's not done well in math, while my brother eats, drinks, and sleeps math because my parents promised to buy him anything he wanted as his first car. I have a crush on a girl that I think forgets about me half the time, but the problem is I think I'm in love with another girl, I don't know. I've always wanted to be an actor, but I've never once been in the drama department, I might make it one day, but I don't know. I actually think I look a little bit like Chris Redfield, but I think I'm a little young, so the beard hasn't grown in, but it's weird how we share somewhat of a resemblance.