Hello, Colorado and mountains and a peaceful, hopefully happy future. Instead, I was moving on without a criminal record, and this was the next step. Mostly because I’d go to jail for double homicide, and that kind of thing was frowned upon. The past was staying where it was, because as much as I would’ve liked to light it on fire and watch it burn, that couldn’t happen. Might as well use it for something I would actually need and use since my existing one didn’t have four-wheel drive. Maybe I’d buy another car while I was at it now that I thought about it. The idea of being behind the wheel for another minute made me want to puke. No pain, no gain.Īnd if I didn’t get into my car again for another month, that would be great too. I had driven all this way to Colorado for a reason, and nothing was going to be in vain-not my butt cheeks hurting, my shoulders aching, my sciatic nerve acting up, or even how much my eyes needed a light bulb and a nap.Īnd if I could feel the start of a headache right above my eyebrows, then that was just part of the journey, a building block for the fucking future. It’s never too late to find a new road, as my friend Yuki sang. It was going to be a stepping stool for the future. Even if I didn’t end up staying in the area long term, the month I had reserved in Pagosa Springs was going to be nothing in the grand scheme of life. There were plenty of things in my life I regretted, but I wouldn’t let this choice be one of them.
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