Give your child a set of Pentel (my brand, always choose it) oil pastel crayons, for maybe ten bucks, for the full play set, maybe on supply sale. A child that finds no purpose in anything, however will perform it anyways (for a burger, maybe, or perhaps a briefcase full of money, spent about the same way).
Then let him hit his middle school graduation, with a single piece of advice given: let him plagiarize an advanced projects test, with him dictating the keytype on the board, as if a mother doesn’t know her son can’t come up with a creative piece if he’s an art class boy. Make sure he doesn’t have a book with him, let him do it from memory. Then don’t submit it, and quietly pull him from the program’s candidacy, not telling him anything further.
At which point, we have our three media tests. Each one, is summarily more difficult, and they can be taken at any time.
MI-6 Media Liaison: Take a suggestion from a man with a British accent, that plays sports. James Bond, a rabbinical reason for revenge (a license to kill).
ROTCÂ MKULTRA: Report a criminal conspiracy you witnessed after committing a felony, and say you wanted to be a cop, to the campus doctors. Ethan Hunt, a mission that’s suicide (a stygian abyss).
Mossad Gang Intelligence: Make a writer’s suggestion, and flip yourself upside down. The Joker, a wildcard (a lover’s game).
James Bond: a contract on the life of a politician that cheated as if a woman, at White’s.
Ethan Hunt: an attempt on the life of a public sector utility that’s been taken over by a private banking power or elite.
The Joker: a writer’s pen to hit the street and dirt in real life, to recruit a scientist for an IDF criminal gang cartel intelligence unit for a new political movement overseas, on behalf of a brokered firm.
Street Work: Your kid will need a Bond novel by Ian Fleming, a Hunter S. Thompson book, and a banked reserve of ten thousand dollars from highschool at a job, banked for college’s freshman year, only on taxes and fees.
Otherwise, scud ’em, into a vocational degree, at a community college, and watch the millions pour into his bank account.
You’ve just created Ken Kesey.