Month: October 2015
-Ammosexual shooting ranges
-Snappy music everywhere
I rest my case.
Man, I am SOO burnt out on living in California. So, so burnt out. I’m am just… done.
I just want to make this perfectly clear: I am not just threatening to leave Santa Cruz to move to Las Vegas, I am 100% definitively going to do that.
Santa Cruz, in typical fashion will not realize what it is missing, until one day many years from now, a city leader (hopeful Cynthia Mathews, because poetic justice) will look out over the apocalyptic wasteland (minus the snappy diesel-punk outfits that make and self-respecting post-industrial dystopia worth inhabiting) that their cruelty and ineptitude is directly responsible for creating, and experience the uncomfortable thought: “Maybe we shouldn’t have treated that Colin guy like a human landfill, turns out he was the main thing holding the town together”. This uncharacteristic moment of clarity will be, of course, too little too late. Suckers.
(^^^LOL was I ever in a pissy mood when I wrote that)
I had so much fun in Vegas. It’s like somebody built a town to the specifications that it appeal to my personality type. It really is. I felt more awake and alive there. I have some opportunities out there and I’m looking forward to moving. California has really bummed me out. I’m ready for a change.
A more fleshed out exposition on the respective sociopolitical cultures of Santa Cruz and Las Vegas (I have this thesis that they’re a kind of polar opposite of each other) is forthcoming please feel entitled to harass me with cyberviolence…
…should I happen to procrastinate on publishing it. Good night, and good luck.