What Lies Ahead, I Have No Way of Knowing

It seems people are determined to make my last week the toughest of my career.

There was the guy on Sunday night who decided to fight with his girlfriend, and in a drunken rage cut off the matching tatoo he had scanning his wrist. After which he ransacked his own apartment turning it into a blood bath. Shortly after beating up his girlfriend he left a trail of blood through the building as he fled the scene, only to return and get arrested at gun point. Later, when I had the pleasure of going into his apartment, I was half expecting to walk into the living room and find a chalk outline…there was THAT much blood. Excuse me? But I don’t think I signed up for this…

Then there was the girl who had her child nearly taken from her (I stress the word GIRL, she’s barely 18) because she was hooking herself to men and women from her apartment. Child protection services showed up later to find the apartment literally covered in shit from the three cats she had been harboring, and her 8 month old son sitting in a bathtub full of used feminine products and other garbage. They suspect the cats have been cleaning the child.

Let’s not forget the fact the owner of the whole company is coming out tomorrow for the anual property tour, leaving me stressed to the gills, and needed in ten places at once.

I’m the only intelligent life left on this planet.

Well me, and a handful of my readers.

So I sit, in the midst of packing boxes and crap I’ve accumulated over the years. And the memories…and the memories…and the memories. I wish I had taken a longer hiatus between jobs, but alas I have not. I’ll be starting my new LIFE on Tuesday. I just really need to get away for a while.

You guessed it, Smoke City.

I’ll be evicting three people my last week of employment, and taking a thousand more stories with me. Someday I may tell them all in my colective writings. Until then they are still fresh in my mind and burning the tip of my tongue. I have enough to drive me crazy…

…will you come with me?