So, after my ridiculous meandering with those who are WAY over my age limit -- we're talking 14-23 years older, trying every narcotic possible and overdosing multiple times; just becoming a total boil on society's once perfect skin, I've settled down. It's interesting to think about what I've done and where I've gone and just ponder, "How did I get here?" Met a multitude of individuals, saints and unsavory souls alike; however, every single person, whether you want them to or not, leave a little mark on us.
I've worked the same job now for about 8 months, it's incredibly gratifying. Knowing almost exactly what I'll be doing every single day is a bit of a drag sometimes, but very comforting. It beats living out of a car, or a carboard box, and not knowing where my next fix or if I weren't on the smack, where my meals were coming from. I was very good at starving myself, hospitalized because I was rejecting all fluids or solids that were trying to be put into my system except for the poisons keeping me alive. It's a horrible way to live, full of lightning speed decisions constantly pulling one way and then the opposite.
Anyway, so I work with Income Tax Software, that's about all the information I can give legally. It's dry work, sometimes gratifying when you know you really helped make someone's day brighter just by telling them seemingly insignificant little details.
Life is full of insignificant details, but all of them combined make up the larger picture. Realizing that every tiny action has a consequence, which can either be positive or negative; but everything has a definite ending that's different regardless of how you choose. I'm only starting this out as a preliminary beginning to my memoir, but it's a nice rough start.
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