coming to America
i have spend all of my adult life in america. i moved to a small town in ohio before i turned 19. got myself married, lost on a dare -another story. ohio is real americana, bible belt – the hills-, i learned a lot from the nice folks there. that wasn’t going to be it though. i don’t “look” for stuff to conquer, it falls in my space, i see more of what i haven’t seen and i go for it. lol
next i found myself sleeping in a room, on the floor with 10 some people, and the dreams of starting a record label. i was the closest to insanity then. i had nothing. no room of my own, no car, no job, no family – nothing. i didn’t deal well, i remember. but my guardian angel send me a saviour that got me an apartment ( that i later shared with too many). by accident i got a good job and started a carrier one could say as pharmacy technician at providence medical center. i worked there for 14 yeares, while being a “rock star” and living with some of the most eccentric people on the planet.
but i not once wanted to leave – i wanted to die a couple of times – but never leave
there is a freedom in america – something here that i didnt find elsewhere