I like the simple life, so as soon as I ripen, I plan on becoming a tomato sandwich.
Not me! I’m going to be the most magnificent marinara sauce at a romantic engagement dinner that makes it impossible for her to say “no”!
Small potatoes, My Friends! As soon as I’m just a little bit soft, I’ll be on a plane to Spain. Straight into the heart of The Tomatina!
But before I end up spent and splattered in every direction, my last words will be: “Welcome, O life! I go to encounter for the millionth time the reality of experience and to forge in the smithy of my soul the uncreated conscience of my race.”*
*James Joyce, Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man