Okay, that all fell apart before my eyes. The buyout fell through, thanks to my brother. Instead of going into details, I would like to remind any long-time readers that my brothers is fucking useless idiot who can't see beyond his own childish needs. Ugh. What's worse is that I wrenched the living hell out of my knee. While its not the worst pain I've ever had to suck up, the resulting nausea, dizziness and blurring of vision has me somewhat concerned.
Tired, but not asleep...
If I let the poolhall go, then every Saturday night will be like it is now...at home and bored senseless. Imagine a place so devoid of substance that you learn to hate the weekend; that's what this place is like. I keep dreaming of a day where things will be like they were in Huntington....Saturday night meant friends, fun, bars, jokes, parties, and women. But since the pool hall has none of the things, then I won't be missing much. Still...I miss my life.
Everytime I think about leaving, my dream destination gets farther and farther, as lately I"ve been thinking that perhaps the place that I want in my heart would involve expatriating. It's all a pipe dream for the time being, so I don't suppose there's any harm in it being anywhere, right?
Tired, but not asleep...
If I let the poolhall go, then every Saturday night will be like it is now...at home and bored senseless. Imagine a place so devoid of substance that you learn to hate the weekend; that's what this place is like. I keep dreaming of a day where things will be like they were in Huntington....Saturday night meant friends, fun, bars, jokes, parties, and women. But since the pool hall has none of the things, then I won't be missing much. Still...I miss my life.
Everytime I think about leaving, my dream destination gets farther and farther, as lately I"ve been thinking that perhaps the place that I want in my heart would involve expatriating. It's all a pipe dream for the time being, so I don't suppose there's any harm in it being anywhere, right?
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Is the poolhall the only thing holding you to your current town?
Leaving the country's a fantastic way to run away from just about anything -- last time I skipped town (and, well, nation) I felt like not only was I running away from things that were annoying me, but that I was doing so with gusto. I forgot about an ex in central america, forgot about the election in Paris.
But I never have the guts to do it permanently -- or maybe I'm just afraid of commitment.