Getting back from a scant three days in my hometown, I’m starting to admit that I miss the place. At home I feel relaxed, I feel centered, I feel like making something of myself. Home is nothing but free time, open skies, quiet evenings and still, starry nights spent listening to crickets chirp and owls cry out from the darkness. Nothing but free time. And with it, absolutely nothing to fucking do.
Then there’s L.A.: everything you could want to do, places to go, people to see, the world at your fingertips. And you sit chained to your desk, just trying to eke out a living. Kinda-sorta keeping your head above water while all the reasons you came here pass you by.
So c’mon and let me know… should I stay or should I go?



Dude, come with me to Japan–we can break into anime
GOOD anime, of course.
Uhh… I don’t think the solution to paying a lot to live in a little ratbox apartment is to move to Japan. On the other hand, a vacation to Japan may be just the change I need. Or a vacation to anywhere, really.
There’s more to Japan than just Tokyo.
You know, they do have MOUNTAINS in Japan…
You like mountains, Tim, Dontcha?