and then i’m free from job #1 and all the horrible, restricting jackassery that is associated with it. and for that i am thankful. never again will i be trapped in the ventillation-free vault that is bookprint. never again will i suffer the anal-rapage of the mailroom. never again will i have to endure nonstop scanning sessions in PRISM. never.again. fuck yes. tomorrow is my last day and i couldn’t be more thrilled.
and then i go all the way to southeastern bumfuckville and pickup my baby.
and then i head out on the open road and try to make it back to allston rock city with gravy & scooter in tow all in one piece.
daunting, man.
there are about a million and one things that can go wrong, and you fucking know that i’ve been obsessing about each and every last one of them nonstop since i first considered taking on this endeavor. cuz like, that’s what i do.
but i’m excited. and by this time next week i’ll be on the open road.
with my mind on my money
and my money on my mind
