Have you ever noticed how time seems to slip by you when you least expect it to? Things that you see everyday and never notice could one day become your dream come true or your worst nightmare.
Not much has changed in the last few weeks. In fact nothing had been going on at all. I got a job, but thats nothing to wet yourself over. I hate the boredom that comes from being in one place for too long. Maybe I'm meant to walk the earth and meet new people from all walks of life. Or maybe I am doomed to obscurity in a dead-end job way the hell across town. Fuck this. I have no idea what the hell I'm supposed to do with myself now that I freed myself from New Mexico. I thought moving here was going to be the end-all-be-all of a good fucking time. And don't get me wrong, I am having fun I think. On some level.
I think I was happy in Santa Fe. Before the rest of my family moved from LA. When I lived on Alto. All I had to do was crush the cans that piled up and take care of trash. I got free food and lodging. I did feel bad though. I hate mooching from people. I really do. I do it sometimes so I can further my sad exsistence. That doesn't mean I enjoy doing it. In fact, far from it. It almost makes me sick. I sit and think to myself in the dark, "Holy shit! What the hell have I become."
...then I walk out into the living room and all is remedied when I find my friends perfectly willing to help me out of a tough spot and cheer me up. I don't know what I would do without them. If I had to do this on my own, I would have killed myself by now. Jesus Christ! That's no way to talk.
We had a scare the other night. I'm not going to go into too much. But I think we can all agree that we came pretty close to losing one of our friends. That's all I'm going to say.
I think I'm going to stop talking now. I'm sure you don't want to hear me go on and on anymore. So this is Locke signing off.