Welp, after however many years it's taken since I've first began bitching about my desire to leave Los Scandalous a shrinking figure in my rear view mirror, it's finally done.
Technically, there's still expendable bits and pieces still left floating around in various storage arrangements sprinkled throughout the Basin, but for the most part, it's over and done with.
Now begins the process of, well, processing and rebuilding something resembling a life out here, hopefully bereft of any of the toxins and bullshit sensibilities that wore heavy on all my later attempts at life-building in that particular part of the world.
I think one of them new-age type people put forth the notion that you wear out people and places, and the best thing to do is keep moving on lest you wear out your welcome, and become the villain of your own story-- no, that was "The Dark Knight." Yeah, so anyway, that being the case, I probably should have left Southern California along with the rest of the gang back in the early aughts instead of stupidly soldiering on ice-skating uphill.
Maybe in some alternate quantum-divergent or quantum-conjectural universe, I did, but since I'm not around to experience whatever it is that alternate-me is currently going through, it's just that much mental wank-material and nothing more.
The point is, I'm here now, and what the hell am I going to do about it?
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