You might WANT the both of you to be on the same page, working together for a common future... but that's naive. All the while, you FEEL the realities... pay attention to the red flags. Listen to your gut... you know what the truth is. Don't sink your own ship.
Remember remember the fifth of November, Guy Fawkes Day, the Gunpowder Treason... every citizen of any government state, is obligated to shake things up, even just a little, from time to time. As long as there is tyranny, there must also be treason...
I work more than ever, enjoy more success than ever, and the privileges that come along... yet feel more unrest and more distracted than ever. I had a year and some months of relative happiness with a wonderful woman, and now she's moved away, and I will not follow... too much opportunity for me here, in this place. Oh filthy, wild Burque, is there no end to your dissent and debauchery? This has only yet begun.
I'm comfortably settled back into my beloved sacred desert home, New Mexico. Particularly, Burque, tho, this whole state has me wrapped round its finger... many people told me that after living in California, I'd never want to be back here, that I'd realize just how much I was missing, languishing and wasting away in NM. Well, I spent nearly two years in Oakland, The Bay, was blessed with many fantastic friends, a few passionate and cherished lovers, satisfying work and accomplishments in all my motorcycle technician certifications and training... pretty much as good of a time as one can have when moving from you're home state... and yet, I couldn't keep myself away from this place. I have a love for the Bay, and California in general, but I'll never live there again... a place to visit, but not to set root, not for me anyhow. My point is this... if you're one of these horrible people who putt-zis around in a town that they claim to hate, wishing they were somewhere else more "exiting", then GO! Get the fuck out of Dodge. Go see for yourself that places are only different on the surface, a superficial level... that the quality of your life is based on you, your actions and choices, the people you choose to spend your time with... the rest is just the scenery. So stop bitching about how boring your small town is, and start creating a more exiting life for yourself where you are now!
I was born up north in Bismark, North Dakota, but this was never my home. At 11 months old, my family moved me to the sacred deserts of New Mexico. Las Cruces specifically, in the curious county of Dona Ana. There, tucked quietly under the mesquite and yucca of the humble Organ mountains, I learned to worship... never a praise of a dogma, or of the child's deity play doll, but of life itself. There is perpetual conflict, a struggle... gains and loses, that always add up to the abundance of zero... the desert makes this effort more bold. The work it requires to be and stay alive in this great arid high desert is prominent, and obvious. After high school, I wondered my way up the big river, to Burque, finding ever more love and adoration for this bizarre and un-assuming state. As life would have it, a year ago I left my beloved, lifelong home state of NM, to find an education not available there. Now, I'm just treading out here in the glassy waters of The Bay, Oakland side. On a blessed planet spread bountifully with countless wonders, Nuevo Mexico protrudes proudly... that quirky, worn and tarnished one, with its ever present ancient wisdom, and a timeless heart breaking beauty...
I can smell the bad blood that still stains these superficially spotless halls and passages. Vengeance, and power mean nothing to the dead. Silken scars ordain your memory... Does courage, or valor, have mass where you are? Lost your body. I'm here, in the ocean. Past the sand and desert, and in the stones... we left the rest in our spotless halls, dried up bones, and bone dry homes.
With the passing of today and four more, I'll have finally come to the completion... as a certified, accredited motor-bike technician! Thats right, oh yeah, wish I was high-5-ing someone right now instead of typing. 5 hours a day, 5 days a week, for one entire year. No summer or semester breaks. Like working full time for a crummy company for 12 months, not getting paid but, rather, paying THEM (an exorbitant amount of money) Education is, of course, absolutely vital for anyone, in any industry, in any economy. We just need to fix the system of restricting the flow of knowledge by over-pricing it.
