I want to see Naples in the Springtime… still smoldering from a volcanic explosion…
I want to weave baskets with Scarlett Johansson… and by “weave baskets” I mean “have sex” and by “have sex” I mean “shoot pool”.
I want to drive in the Indianapolis 500, going the wrong way with my right blinker on.
I want to learn another language. And, by “learn another language” I mean “shoot pool with Scarlett Johansson”.
I want to finish the swimming lessons I started as a child; currently, I can swim okay but not in any particular direction…
I want to eat a seven-course meal at a five-star restaurant; or, barring that, at five one-star restaurants.
I want to give freely to my community by taking from adjacent communities.
I want to grow one of those waxed and stylized mustache/beard combinations because I never want to have sex again.
I want to be a dinosaur in a Broadway musical.
I want to go back and live my life over again except for the kidney stones…