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mr_mojo_risin:
I just moved to LA a couple days ago, and the more I think about it, I'm not really sure why. I'm sure there are many good reasons to move to Los Angeles. For example, according to Biggie, the weather, women and weed (sticky green, no seeds) are all fantastic. These all seem like perfectly good reasons, and I'm not going to say I wasn't thinking about them while not-so-carefully weighing my options, but I don't think any of them was the deciding factor.

The night before I left, my then girlfriend said to me "I hope you find what you're looking for out there." All I could think of to say at the time was, "Thanks." I don't remember verbalizing to her my need to find something abstract out here. So, she somehow, without me saying anything, managed to deduce that there was some reason I couldn't explain tempting me to pick up everything and drive nearly 3000 miles across the country. I don't even recall thinking that before she hinted at it. Thats not to say I wasn't thinking about it, but I tend to not remember my past thought processes very clearly.

Maybe I'm just too easy to read. Or maybe I allow myself to be influenced too much by other people's perceptions of me. Either way, I'm starting to think I should begin a long journey to self-discovery, probably fueled by excessive drug and alcohol use. Who knows, maybe I'll find the american dream that Hunter S. Thompson was looking for. It seems much more likely to be in LA than Las Vegas.

Now, its true, I did get a job offer out here, but it was for a job that doesn't pay enough for me to live on, and that I could very likely have gotten something similar to with a minnimum of effort someplace much closer to home.

Anyway, now I'm out here, for at least a year I think, currently staying with a friend from back east's mom in manhattan beach, looking for a second job and someplace else to live.


[Edited on Sep 14, 2005 8:30PM]