Twenty.Two.

So I'm on that ill depressive mode right now. I'm in need of money, seriously. I know, we're in a recession so everybody is moneyhungry and pocketgrungy, but I'm feeling more restricted than usual right now. Like my life has slowed to a crawl because I like the money to otherwise make that happen, ya dig?? Makes no sense? Check this:

I live in Willingboro, aka the suburbs, aka not the city. That means, transportation is limited to a car (if you have one), and a crappy bus system (yeah Burlink) i'm coming at you. Outside of that is the Transit, but like i said, me llamo el broko. So with no money to get to Philly, or my original home and personal preference, New York City, I'm forced to make do what I have around me. Which is lots and lots of....houses. In this town your options are as follows: work, chill at the crib, drink, smoke, party, have sex, sell drugs, walk around aimlessly. Oh yeah, definitely routes to making it as a writer. Or anything for that matter. See where I'm getting at?

Anyway, school is coming up, and my summer, which i planned on devoting to my writing, went to shit as a result of no money. I don't drive yet, and even if I had my license (testing the 21st of this month) I have no whip. Sooo, where's the silver lining??

Well, I'm naturally stubborn, headstrong, and not prone to standing still. So even though my situation may look sorta wack at the moment, I will get the ball rolling by the end of the fall semester. I will get out to philly and nyc to hit up some poetry cafes, studios, and whatever else my writing can reach for. I will get where I want to be. I will get that license. And a car to get me from point A to point B. And most of all, I'll keep my head above water, even as everything around me is trying to drag me down.