I changed my mind.
I wanna be a Greyhound interstate bus driver crack whore. I could have a steady income drivin buses and I could claim the crack as a med for my complete insanity. Whoa and the bus would be provide the smoothest cover! There's many of places where I could hide the coke, so I could runs for my schweet pimps, Nopa and Cap. yyyyyyeeeeeaaa. Maybe then I could go to Hollywood.
I've always wanted to venture out to that side of the country without visiting San Fran. I haven't been anywhere else but San Fran......For once, I'd like to go somewhere like Hollywood, I think I would totally dig the time I spent there. I, and I say this with absolute conviction, sure as hell wouldn't regret it.
I can remember the first time I thought of going; it was in a Spanish pub downtown. It came into my head as a semi-light hearted idea, but now it's gathered into more of a longing to go. When did that come about? Shit, I don't know, like 3 or 4 months ago, I guess. A purple monkey just popped into my head and told me I wanted to go, so you know, "monkey say, Jackie do".
I've been spending a lot of time lookin at maps and stuff, trying to decide whether I should just go for it. And you know what? After months of thought, I'm still on the fence as to what I should do. I guess my decision balances on the ultimate question: Would Hollywood feel the same way about me? Would it open the door and say "come in and by the way knock harder" or say "whoa there Plato, this is my last piece of gum"? I need a sign... :-)