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Okay. Fuckin Go Time.

Thursday I begin my trek to Portland. A quick stop in LA for 2 days, then Bakersfield for an evening, then I reach PDX. WOO WOO!!!! I emailed seneca about getting into the SDPDX group so I can meet some awesome people up there... I dont know.

I got that anxious feeling again. I get it every time just before I leave. All I can do is bust out my music, scrawl some crap in a journal, and prepare for a trip... hopefully, without a speeding ticket. Moments like this remind me of a quote from a figure I sometimes refer to as Henry Rollins:

"I knew that by leaving everything familiar would real life truly start for me. I had to break all ties and move far away. Brutality and sadness were all I was leaving behind so the choice was clear. So much sadness and pain in the rearview. It hurt so much to leave them. Some of the people I knew were truly wonderful. I know I will think of them for the rest of my life. The streets of my hometown I will never walk on again, just thinking of them now brings tears to my eyes but I had to go." --From his book, "Roomintarian"