George laughed at Cela's ignorance, then got very serious very quickly. "A journalist. There's no demand for writers, 'cause there's nobody to buy the publications that give writers their pay. Let me tell you something very important. Any money your parents had will be stolen by the time you'd get to New York. People worse off than we are with families are desperate to feed themselves. College degrees aren't worth anything in a country where there's no jobs. And I would know, I graduated from college when I was seventeen. Worked at the Ford Assembly Plant as a manager for almost eight years. I've looked around Michigan, there's no manager jobs."

George turned on the car and quickly turned it around, slamming his foot on the acceleration pedal. "The jobs are in California, and I don't intend on wasting any more time when there are millions of other people going to get those same jobs. If you wanna continue your futile search for nothing in New York, jump out. I'm not stopping you, just close the door on your way out," he said even as the Model T was going as fast as it possibly could.

(OCC: It'd kinda defeat the purpose of the rp if Cela actually decides to jump out, just saying.)