New Blue and Juggling Metaphors
And the strange get stranger. It’s one thing to wake up someplace you don’t remember falling asleep in, but it’s an entirely different thing to wake up in a strange place and alcohol has nothing to do with it. Today I started over began life again. The begining of the rest of my life again… HAhA and it couldn’t be any more like a movie. It’s kinda funny, my life right now is like the first 15 minutes of a cool a kinda epic very epic film where the main character is just gearing up for something amazing. So in my movie of life I’m in the boring sometimes comical preface (sorry, mixing book and movie metaphors) And I’m already loving it. So naturally I can hardly wait for the good parts.
It’s so weird to feel complete anonymity again whilst I sit among the jugglers at pike place market. For me It’s like I fell asleep in a strange place and woke up in paradise…I’ll have you know Seattle is indeed a paradise even though some might say it doesn’t rain in paradise… It does in mine. No matter how many clouds there are the sky has never been so blue.
-b
