Yeah, I'm out.

At about 2:30 this morning I was awakened by the thump-thump-thump of some asshat idling in front of my place from horrible distorted house music booming from his car. On the way to work the people on the bus all smelled. From the bus stop to my office I dodged used condoms, human feces and used needles (sharps, gimmicks, works). I'm officially done.

I am moving to Montana. I have friends there and they are scouting places for me. I am going there in a few weeks as well to find a place if I don't have one before then, or to start getting it ready to live in if I do.

I will work at something that brings in dollars.

I will farm a little, hunt, fish, take photographs, and play with the dog.

I'm going to get a second dog.

I am done with this life.

This "work my ass off until the day I die just to live in the second (sometimes third) most expensive city in the country" life.

What the fuck have I been thinking?

Montana.

Big Sky Country.

I'm gone.