So, yeah, about that whole leaving Las Vegas thing? Not so much. Several months ago, I had made up my mind to blow this douchenozzle town.. not literally 'cause that would be disgusting and exhausting. I was planning to move back to Cali and seriously pursue my writing career (such as it is). A couple of days ago, I got a text message from a friend who lives in SoCal saying, "I hope you are not packed yet 'cause the economy here sucks donkey balls." He's very descriptive that way.
So, I'm faced with a couple of choices. I can make the move, despite the fact that the economy is fucked, right now, or stay in Vegas where I have a job and a place to live. What's life without a bit of adventure, right? Yeah, no, I'm really not that kind of an adventurer. If being adventurous includes the possibility of living in my car or fighting squirrels for a discarded piece of bread, then, no. Don't get me wrong, I'm sure I could kick that squirrel's ass.. I mean, I 'aint no punk. That squirrel would get a serious fuckin' beatdown! I love animals and I don't want to see them get hurt. BUT, if it came down to me or squirrely? I would beat that squirrel's ass. Just sayin'.
Sitting here listening to Baba O'Riley, I'm reminded of how fucking awesome this song is!
Anywho, so.. yeah, looks like I'll stay in Vegas for a few more months or so. Arrrrg!