Johnny Cupcakes

If I’m not doing anything with myself by the time I’m forty years old (or maybe thirty six), I think I’m going to organize a team of ordinary people by day, ninja vigilantes by night. We can all go hide-out where bad things happen, and try to make good out of them. Maybe I’ll call myself The Green Eyed Bandit. My means of transportation could be rollerblades with real blades on them. Or a bumper car from the carnival, but specially outfitted for my needs. I could a real life magician that makes bad guys disappear? How about a paperboy that throws special newspaper that makes mean people nice? I should start writing children’s books or comic books.