Two years in Paris. Reading, writing, dreaming in French. Speaking some Spanish. WHAT’S IN MY BUCKET LIST? A million dollars in spare cash, but first winning the lottery. Losing control in Copacabana. Letting my hair down in Barcelona. Learning hip hop in the Bronx and throwing the party to end all parties in Manila, half a world away, to show off what I know. Mastering meditation. Learning to shush my mind, still my soul. A trek to Qikiqtarjuaq, but what’s in Qikiqtarjuaq but the great unknown? Escargot ecstasy in Angouleme. Picnic in the Sahara. Rose tea afternoons in Sofia. Skiing in Gstaad. Diving in Tubbataha. Sailing to Abacos in the Bahamas. Birdwatching in Tawi Tawi. Kite surfing in Baler. Skydiving in Taupo, New Zealand. Bungee jumping off Clifton Suspension in Bristol. Disco Havana in Cuba. A carpet ride in Ashgabat, Turkmenistan. A reading club in Rwanda. A boxing match. Ripped arms and a six-pack. A chiseled jawline and a well-defined chest like Robe Lowe‘s. A little Gold Lift where my laughlines are, just to try. A week with the Moslems. A fortnight with the Bavarian Illuminati. Eternity with the Buddhists. A pilgrimage to Jerusalem. A moonlit night with the occultists. A vow of silence. A scream to let it all out on a high point of Uluru in central Australia. Driving across the US. A train ride from Istanbul to London. Fast flight to Reykavik. Slow boat to the Isle of White or a cruise on the Bosphorus. A suite at The Plaza in New York. Long stay at Bulgari Knightsbridge or the Four Seasons in Beirut. A bush camp in Zumba, Ecuador. Clubbing with Madonna. A drink with Alber Elbaz, Rei Kawakubo,or John Galliano. Close encounter with the Queen of England. Correspondence with Anna Wintour. A filmmaking workshop with Michel Gondry or George Clooney or Sofia Coppola or Marie Jamora. A laugh trip with David Sedaris or Michael Cera. Working (and living) at Shakespeare and Company. Editing books like Maxwell Perkins. Reading books with the passion of the boy I was. ALL THE THINGS I WANT BEFORE I KICK IT. Too little time, too big a world, an even bigger universe. And the eleventh on my bucket list? Could be any of the above or maybe quit smoking and really want to, perchance I can live longer and have better chances at making more of these dreams come true (and writing books about them, too).