Project Yuppie: Epic Fail
At this point, we are throwing in the proverbial towelie on Project Yuppie. Our hopes and dreams of becoming yuppies have been dashed against the rocks like pieces of debris in Chicago’s harbor.
Let’s review. We arrived in the city in late October, joined the mediocre masses, and began desperately clawing our way up the slippery slope of yuppie mountain. Jared started working and was making a lot of progress up towards the peak, but I kept slipping and since we were attached to the same rope I dragged him back down.
We lived in three different apartments each in different neighborhoods. We made friends with two people in the city, and we survived the winter months without killing each other. I think we’ve given Chicago a fair shot. The urban experience turned out to be underwhelming, and the process of desperately clawing our way up yuppie mountain squeezed just about every ounce of enjoyment out of our lives.
We have decided that once our current lease ends on April 31st, we are going to move and become dirtbags again. Somehow I guess we just do better that way. Fuck it. Let the freak flags fly once more. Jared’s beard is already beginning to blossom into a glorious red bundle of hair that glistens in the sun, which is a sure indicator of a bountiful summer on the horizon.
Where and how we are moving has yet to be fully determined. We think we are going to Bloomington, IN. Our options are limited because we are broke, so we think that Bloomington is realistic. Then we can saddle up again in the fall and hopefully make it out WEST.
-L
i love jared’s pic….aaaahhh fu#k it
top notch, i never know what is coming next on this blog.
keep readin stevo!
Lots of folks back East, they say, is leavin’ home every day,
Beatin’ the hot old dusty way to the California line.
‘Cross the desert sands they roll, gettin’ out of that old dust bowl,
They think they’re goin’ to a sugar bowl, but here’s what they find
Now, the police at the port of entry say,
“You’re number fourteen thousand for today.”
Oh, if you ain’t got the do re mi, folks, you ain’t got the do re mi,
Why, you better go back to beautiful Texas, Oklahoma, Kansas, Georgia, Tennessee.
California is a garden of Eden, a paradise to live in or see;
But believe it or not, you won’t find it so hot
If you ain’t got the do re mi.
You want to buy you a home or a farm, that can’t deal nobody harm,
Or take your vacation by the mountains or sea.
Don’t swap your old cow for a car, you better stay right where you are,
Better take this little tip from me.
‘Cause I look through the want ads every day
But the headlines on the papers always say:
If you ain’t got the do re mi, boys, you ain’t got the do re mi,
Why, you better go back to beautiful Texas, Oklahoma, Kansas, Georgia, Tennessee.
California is a garden of Eden, a paradise to live in or see;
But believe it or not, you won’t find it so hot
If you ain’t got the do re mi.
old woody had it right.
What’s going on Bloomington, IN ?
you’ll see, tom.
This is great news for the world. You go wisitabatisaw! Go and let the freak flag wave and glisten. Life is but a dream and the planet earth shall be your oyster.
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