After 4 years of struggling and on food stamps and living hand-to-mouth, I got a break two days ago – a job that will take me a week to do and which will pay me $4000. That’s enough to get the fuck out of this tiny little town and back to a city where I belong. I can’t tell anyone about this job because it’s a writing job and the people where I live don’t read, which is part of the reason I’ve failed to thrive here – it’s a town full of small-town dopes who never leave the state their whole life and have no concept of the outside world.
I just want to tell everyone to never give up hope, because things can drop in your lap if you do the work, keep your head up, don’t listen to the negative voices – I was suicidal for 7 years. Oh, and I’m also going to Hawaii for 7 days in three weeks for my birthday. Things do change, ya’ll.
