So after that little shooting thing I decided that maybe it would be a good idea to reevaluate my priorities. And I discovered that “Living in Hawthorne” is really low on the list of things I’m willing to get shot over. Not like we were ever in any real danger, half a block is a long way for a bullet to fly in the opposite direction of the suspect/random neighborhood pet. All the same, I’d just rather not be down the street the next time the cops show up.
I mean, I understand that there are crappy neighborhoods everywhere in the world, the vast majority even crappier than mine. And with my luck and income bracket I’ll most likely be swapping one shitty slum for another. However, if I do need to get murdered by a stray round from the local militia, I at least want to be drowning in my own blood in a city I don’t hate. I know what you’re saying, but what if I hate the new city too? Well, at least I fucking tried.
I don’t actually know what this new priority means. It doesn’t change the fact that all my clients are in LA, that Ben’s job is in LA, and that we have an apartment full of shit here that we can’t afford and don’t even want to bring with us. There are still a lot of months before we can actually move. But my new priority is getting the fuck out of here. It was always on the list, but making money superseded it. I didn’t make any money… so that means I’ll probably die of old age in Hawthorne. I don’t even know where I’m going with this. Just that I really hate it here and after last weekend, I hate it more than ever.