And now
Two people I know have gone over.
No, no they didn’t die, they are still there, working every day, they have just made the personal decision that the laws of this land no longer apply to them, and they are living as if in wartime- going about their business and yet ready to divest themselves of everything except what they can carry and hit the road. They are worried, and yet they are strangely free. Were there not hostages to my fortune I would have joined them already. In spirit, I have.
Freedom’s just another word for nothing left to lose …
Shame innit?
Working on this exact thing.
Ever hear the Stephen Wright bit where he’s out in the middle of nowhere, and he comes across a payphone, and it rings, and nobody else is around so he answers, and the voice says “Hello Mr. Wright, I’d like to talk to you about your student loans”?
I may not have kids, but I’m still a bit of a hostage for a few years yet.