So, I have two weeks to go before I return to NYC to begin my 'adult' life. That sounds ridiculous, but at 30, its way over due. I say that but I don't mean it, as far as I haven't lived as an adult and surely in the last 2 and half Texan years I have done just that, just minus the cushy situation of a 'career' and/or sufficient moneys in the bank. Calma, calma as Papa would say, it'll come.
So I graduated from College a bit on the late side, but since 2002, its been a whirlwind of experiences slapped and over lapped onto my pysche like a cigarette encrusted Pollack painting. Some splashes of experience were smoothly applied through revelatory poetry and minor epiphanies(can epiphanies be minor) in plazas cafes and many more even via my usual modus operandi, the 'turn around and assume the position for a good ole fashioned kick in the arse', which jolts my brain and hurts my heart and yet it rigorously makes me realize that I have got to stop turning my ass into the world's general 'boot-happy' direction.
Once again I'm at this at the end of my shift and the time has come to sleep sleep sleep until I clock in again tonight. I will not miss these night shifts, hopefully I won't have to succumb to any night shift work back in the NYC; I want to be people again. Tonight, I will write my account of the 9/11 'The Original' experience. Internet was out all shift last night; good for nothing Apogee!
Drowsy and content,
The Mallet
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