I have been without work and it has brought to a point of stagnation. I am going crazy inside the walls of my home, yet I rarely leave. I hitchhiked from Blacks Harbor to St. Andrews today, I could have walked the whole way, but I stuck my thumb out.
If only I could stick my thumb out and something could carry me years down the road towards where I'm headed, with what seems to be far greater ease and pleasure than how I am getting there. Would I want my future then?
The name change didnt work.…
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Posted on April 1, 2009 at 9:02pm — 1 Comment