A wise man once said, “Greatness is not measured in words, but in actions.” That was me! I said that.

Not to toot my own horn or anything, but I’m great. I’m always saying wise stuff like what I just said. It’s not a one-time thing or anything. Some people, I’m not naming names, but you’re lucky to get two, three wise sayings out of them in their whole lifetime. I pop off stuff like that in my sleep, at least once a day. No kidding, ask people who know me.

A lot of people attribute my intelligence to a good upbringing, but it probably has more to do with my natural insight into virtually all things. I’m what you could call street educated, since I’ve never been to college and dropped out of high school. My philosophy is you don’t need some stodgy professor in some building to teach you about the world. I’ve made the world my classroom, and I have perfect attendance. I know things instinctively, like how many Senates we have in Congress and how planes work. Here’s a hint: It’s the jets and the wings. I didn’t need anybody to tell me that.

The trouble with people not me, they lack the confidence to realize they know everything they really need to. If you’re going to be a doctor or something like that, yeah, you probably want to take a few years of school or whatever—not that I couldn’t do it, but I’d hate to be put on the spot if I needed to know something. But for the rest of us, if you’re insightful like me, we already know most of the stuff we need to know. I’ve laid carpet in my own apartment. I can do practically anything.

To be truly great, though, you’ve got to get along well with other people, and I get along with everybody. There’s not a day goes by I don’t talk to someone who I consider a friend. Whether they’re coming to me with their problems, seeking my help, or just chatting me up, I’ve always got a minute to spare for anybody. Sometimes they’ve got something bugging them and I give them advice. They’re like, “Awoll, someone got my sister pregnant.” And they ask if it was me, and I tell them it wasn’t, but I know what they really want is reassurance—and some help! I tell them stay the course, man, everything is cool. Or that they need to learn to live with changes. Either one of those is usually all anybody needs.

But I’m a fun guy, too. I’ve got friends who, all we do is go out drinking together. We’ll see each other once a week or once a night and go out and get hammered, just for kicks, because life is short and you’ve got to know how to live. A few times some of my buddies have come up to me at my telemarketing job and they’ve been really depressed, so we go out for a beer together during lunch. I’m always there for the friends who need me.

Not that I’m all Mr. Nice Guy. If you cross me, you may regret it. Anybody who wants to make me or my friends and family feel bad is public enemy number one—don’t try to tell me I can’t chase my dreams or I can’t park there. Cynics like you are just sore because you wasted your talents not following your dreams. Another thing I hate is people who tell you you’re wrong. They’ll tell you how you mispronounced words, they’ll say you don’t know what you’re talking about, or tell you the directions you gave to the Safeway were way off. I say, shut-up! Does it make you feel big to make other people look small? You’re just a show-off.

I suppose I got a teensy weensy temper. Even the most perfect people have the occasional vice. It doesn’t mean I’m not still great.