Turn the clock back a few clicks and I was living in San Diego working as a manufacturing engineer. I was on the R&D team developing all sorts of top secret shit. You know the old story, I could tell you but then I’d have to kill you type of shit. One of my favorite things was testing torture testing new products which usually involved shooting a 4×4 out of a pneumatic cannon at our test product, we got to play with dynamite, flame throwers, you name it, I’ve always loved blowing shit up.
So one night I’m sitting out on the delivery pad smokin a ciggie with the fork lift driver laughing about how I almost blew the whole damn warehouse up, in hind-site it was pretty commical. I’m wrapped in all my winter clothing shivering, i look over at him and I’m like, you know what… I can’t take another bitter Southern California winter. Back then I had three full time jobs, in addition to blowing shit up I also was a stringer for the big daily and serveral smaller rags, and owned a photo studio. Three months later haven given away everything I owned I set off for the South Pacific.
From the log of Sookie, winter – Freezing my ass of I can’t help but to wonder, where did I go wrong...