Stepping Stones

I haven’t been around the town in a long while, I apologize

I put in my two weeks… eight days ago. I didn’t want to have to work on Christmas Eve, even though I already know Christmas Eve is going to be the same old family shindig. A mom who no longer loves my dad; inquisitive grandparents yearning for knowledge; a shroud of judgement policing over the conversation from the church-heavy aunt and uncle.

It might as well be a Tuesday or something.

Still, I’ve maintained the same schedule for the better part of the last six months, and truth be told I just want a fucking break. Dealing is awesome — I’m convinced it’s the easiest profession that doesn’t require a college education — but I won’t deny it can be monotonous. Give me a week, maybe ten days, and I’ll be geared up and ready to go for another six months of the same schedule, whether it’s 10 AM to 6 PM, 6 PM to 2 AM, or 2 AM to 10 AM, or anything in between. I’ll be ready for the new challenge.

The casino I’ve been at was my gateway, the same way Comeback Kid was my gateway into hardcore music, or weed was my gateway into, well, who gives a shit. I know I’m not alone.

I’m 24, and I know a lot more than some people and don’t know nearly as much as many others. I’m an adult but I’m still a kid. At 19 I realized that you never really stop growing up. The day you stop is the day you die. One day, if I’m lucky, I’ll be an 80 year-old man and still have the mentality of a 15 year-old. My youthfulness is going to keep me going, keep me optimistic, for a long ass time.

This is just the next wave in a long wave of opportunities. I’m excited like you have no idea.

It’s good to be alive.