I don't like where my life is, as far as jobs and money goes, but I'm doing it anyway. I'm drudging out each day in a shit job making shit money and putting up with too much shit from shitty people, becuase I am chasing the light at the end of the tunnel.

I have to.

I have to believe that there is something better in it for me if I can get past the bullshit.

Scooping fucking Ice-cream for a living, I mean come ON!

But, yeah, I do it all day long. Hoping that I can avoid reuniting with any long lost friends over the counter.

"...Holy SHIT! What's up man?! How have you been?"

"Better... You want a waffle cone, or plain cone?"

The whole thing seems dirty and low to me.

But all in good time. I've still got my plans, and I've still got my list of places that I have been and hardships I've endured. Only now I'm wondering if it will make any fucking difference when I get where I'm going.

And I need to get back in school. I can actually FEEL myself getting dumber. Or maybe I'm just tired.

Other than that, my life would make millions if someone filmed it. And it would be shelved in the "Sundance" section at Blockbuster.

Yeah.