autumn 09
Looking from the battery on cobble stone streets the fort out in the harbor.... Don't knock it till you've lived there. Searching for solace by throwing myself into the unknown. Looking for some kind of harmony only to find that hominy is oh, so-so good.
It was closing in on what is now my favorite season on my favorite coast. I can still feel the breeze whittling that humidity down, a little more every night. It felt eerily similar to my native state. I had just quit my job in the most Hollywood blockbuster way. Abandoning employment in such a grandiose manner would become something I was synonymous with, almost a calling card. Naturally I set a date to head back west, what else would I stay for? I literally had just torched every bridge I could find and if that wasn't good enough I made sure to piss off the rest.