Week Three: Cold Skys, Grey Wind
I am selfishly counting down the days to my leave here and 12 months cant hurry up any faster. The weather is changing and I am growing more and more impatient as the nights grows on. I don’t want winter this year, I don’t want this shitty fucking place this year. I am just pushing it in the back of my mind hoping that something will make this go a little faster.
Besides that, I hope the things I have in the works end up coming out correctly. I wouldn’t mind volunteering at ECMA’s or maybe even a radio station. If I have to make a name for myself while I am down here besides the bad reputation I already posses then that’s exactly what I will do. It may be harder then I expect. Its like trying to find fun on an island..its all hidden in the nooks and cracks.
I am just sitting back, waiting for my time, like a man who has a ticket stub set for 300 and they are only on 10; 48 weeks, 338 days, 8131 hours and I will step foot off this red land once and for all. For now, I will just sit back, grow a beard, twiddle my thumbs and watch the sky light up with stars again. I’m done for now.
