I gotta go, I gotta go, the bomb in the bread basket is ready to blow

[sab]

I dreamed my grandfather gave me $10,000 and I got movers and I went back. I dreamed that Aslan turned the world around and it was a year ago and I was back, in my apartment on 3rd and Fairfax. I dreamed that my LA friends took up a collection and paid my way and found me a job and got me an apartment, and they threw me a party when I got there. Or maybe I threw it for myself. Anyway, G was there.

I want to go. I want to go now. I need to go back. I need...a freelance job that'll land me another...5k? 10k? Or less. I don't need anything fancy. Just a moving truck and me and my cat in my car.

I can smell it, West Hollywood in winter, Santa Monica Blvd burning from construction and the scent of cold. I remember turning the heat on in my car.

They have jobs forme there, I can smell it. I need to go BACK.

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gotta do what you gotta do

[cofax7]

Just... beware the geographic cure, okay Sab? The fallacy that moving will change everything. Because that's a damned good way to waste a lot of time, energy, and money.

And I know because I've used it myself more times than I can say, and I'm sorely tempted to use it now for some reason.