Is the High Worth the Crash?

I was really wiped out from the party in Cleveland. Sometimes after a couple of days of heavy duty partying like that it makes you stop and think about things. The thought that's been creeping into my head the last few months was that, perhaps the high wasn't worth the crash. I sat in the motel reflecting and thinking about my past and my future. 

I thought about this job I was taking - it started in eight days. I had no idea what it was or even how much it paid. This would be the first job and as it turns out my only job that I ever worked for someone else. I knew I had to do this or just become a degenerate. I also knew that that if I was going to fulfill this vision I had to at least be in Chicago.

My plans were to stay in Toledo the whole night get up and finish the trip to Chicago. I was going to stay with my cousin until I got on my feet. Then, I would find my own place. I was glad he let me crash at his place. 

When I got to Chicago my plans were to get ahold of a few old friends; especially my old college roommate...I hadn't seen him in awhile and we had become pretty close. He took over the family law practice and was quite good at it. I really loved his father. He taught me a lot about life. 

I knew I had eight days before I started this job. So what was I gonna do? LOL...

Oh I don't know, let me think!
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