Well, today's my last day in Cleveland. I sold my car back to the dealer, and got totally BFed. I haven't sold one piece of furniture. I'm also not entirely sure where I'm sleeping. Still, it's exciting, this whole moving to New York thing. And even if I fail and if I wind up sleeping at Penn Station, turning tricks for a snort of horse, smelling like ofal, muttering something about the chip the CIA put in my head, then at least I can say I tried. And they can never take that away from me.
Never.