WOW! It's been over a month since I last posted. Oh well. There's little point in me writing a ten-screen post, trying to catch you up on what's happened lately.
That having been said, here's the nutshell version:
-----The best laid plans of mice and men . . .
I don't really want to go into details, because things may change in days to come. Some big plans were being made by my wife and me. I've seen the wrench being jammed into the gears, heard the squeal of twisting metal as the machine that just before ran so smoothly, and smelled my plans smoldering. I'm not yet certain if they caught flame and were burnt to cinders, but they will definitely need some reconditioning before they can once more be put to use. "This is air traffic control to flight NYF. You are not, repeat: NOT cleared for takeoff. Hold position on runway and stand by. Over." "NYF to control: copy that. damnit."
-----Old Yeller got sick, boy.
My "fledgling business." You remember it, right? I had to put her down. My business partner is moving to Hawaii to work with his dad. Three reasons that's a good thing for him: (1) It's freakin' HAWAII!!!! (2) his dad is getting older, and this may be the last chance Jeff has to work with him - something he's always wanted to do, (3) Jeff will be making about four times as much as he is here. A struggling window washing business in Hampton Roads, VA can't really compete.
-----I got two dimes, but I'm afraid if I rub 'em together, they'll disappear like on TV
I'm freakin broke. Having shot my business in the head, I resorted to getting a job at a local independently-owned coffee shop. I'm not making shit for money. I applied this morning for a job cleaning carpets. I was surprised to learn that I can make a TON of money doing this. I start training tomorrow. I'll probably have to leave the coffee shop, which is sad, but I'll be making about 3.5 times as much cleaning carpets vs. making lattes. Again, no competition.
-----The pen is mightier . . . if you have the balls to use one
I'm writing again. I think there may be something to the whole "starving artist" concept. It seems that the world's quirks and excentricities stand out in sharper relief, allowing me inspiration at every turn of my head. Very exciting. I'm working on three books, as well as some poetry that will probably never see the light of day, but poetry's better in the dark anyway.
That's the nutshell. The point: I'm back.
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