A choice. Well, three.
One.
Do I trust my self control and go back to TX?
Two.
Do I stay here and make more futile attempts at finding a job and making new friends?
Three.
Do i join the peace corps and travel?
I need to start doing something. "When I grow up" Is three types of shot all to hell. I'm already there, and I haven't done shit that I wanted to do with my life. I'm not getting younger, either. I just don't wanna waste another month smoking pot and playing guitar. |