« on: April 19, 2015, 08:54:40 pm »
I was the naked child on the beach in paradise. Then things went sideways with the "family business" and we had to run to the frozen north. Now I'm here.
I was the smart poor kid in a town full of old money who couldn't shut his mouth. I got my ass kicked every day for 7 years until the recession saved me in the form of a doomed economy and we had to run to the glittering jewel by the sound where dreams come true. Now I'm here.
I was the one who decided to carry on the "family business" until my friends started disappearing one by one, victims of the product, the competition, or the law. and I had to flee both the consequences and the weight of my betrayals. Now I'm here.
I was a ghost, wandering from city to city and job to job without ever leaving anything tangible or memorable in my wake. Bouncing in Pontiac. Bartending in LA. Street hustling in St. Paul. Selling power tools in the Sierra Nevadas. I don't even know how it's possible to flee from your own fleeing, but I did. Now I'm here.
I was a businessman, legitimate but still profiting from other peoples' bad habits. I embedded myself in the fabric of a small town, running for office and appearing shirtless in a charity calendar. Oh, and I stole. I stole from myself until I had to flee bankruptcy and failure, as far away as I could get. Now I'm here.
I was a chef bouncing from town to town, island to island, ocean to ocean, using my alchemy as currency both literal and social. I used my talents to see the world, meet famous people, and sleep with beautiful women and for one fleeting moment I thought I had found fulfillment. But the world changed again, or maybe I did, and I became increasingly unable to ignore the fact that I profited from an industry dependent on exploiting the people who make it possible. Things got to the point where the people above me began to punish me for being unwilling to fuck people over because they were poor or brown-skinned. It got so bad that I started having anxiety attacks and occasionally had to leave the building to do breathing exercises so I wouldn't lose my shit and beat my GM to death. I tried to find work in a different industry, but it's tough with 20 years of experience that doesn't really translate to the normal world. Eventually I couldn't wait any longer and I just up and quit.
That was yesterday.
So now I'm here. But I don't know where that is and I don't know where to flee to now.