Every now and then, I feel like leaving this town, Athens, GA. Then, I remind myself, wherever I go I'm still homeless, even though I've convinced myself I'm home wherever I am... As recently as last week, Thanksgiving, I was again facing the same feeling. After all the job leads from New York and New Jersey, and all the other things like Playboy models who once subscribed to my BLAHG years ago, when I started it, I thought about running away and chasing those glimmers of hope. After my first two subscribers were Playboy models, I seriously considered going to Pacific Palisades, on a shoe string and without a hedonist bone in my body! The sign on the gate apparently said something like, "If you're not into swingin', then don't come a ringin'". That just grosses me out. It was at that point I decided I could never be a Hugh Hefner. Call me whatever you want, but I'm not ringin' on that gate. So, ever since then, I've lived on...
I like to BLAHG!!!