sf

im moving to sf.
to join a circus theatre.
with dakota.
i need $.

ugh

Intoxication.
It was like freedom never felt so free in America. Something about waking up unsure every morning. Seeing a world you only read about. One full of love and adventure, sweet smells of bread and oh, the wine. The fondest memories of France were those of the wine.
It wasn't that I went there to escape but I found myself running the whole time. The drinks were so sweet and the disappearing act so enticing. No one knew my name, my story. I doubt they even cared. One drunk American, all drunk Americans.
I didn't learn much. Sure, I picked up the language, but like most of my life, I just let myself slip in and out of reality long enough to re-learn that nothing really matters. And my debts will continue to pile up. And my glasses will fill themselves.