My manicure is perfect, I have no dark roots, my eyebrows are perfectly shaped and bleached to match my hair. Sheesh. All this for this tiny podunk town with no men. Oh well. That's life I suppose. That's the life of coming from a big city where you couldn't make it, to a place like this. The sad thing is... this place really has a few decent opportunities. All you have to do is find them. Sure, you have to look a little, but it's not real hard. I feel so bad sometimes for Slippy. I feel so bad that he never really looked for his opportunites. He never used this place to start over like I did.

He laughs because he thinks I will be here forever. But I know I won't. This town is a landing pad... a place to get on my feet, get out of debt, restore my credit, and then jump real high and fly to the next adventure. It's true that I don't know waht that next adventure will be, but that's why it's called an adventure. Life would be boring if we always knew what was coming. But he never opend his eyes. He never looked ahead, even slightly, to see that he was on the wrong path. Why is it that he couldn't just work hard for what he wanted, instead of expecting that the "easy way" would be handed to him! Drugs are never the easy way, although it may seem like it at the time. Drugs are fine for some people at certain times. Hell, I did 'em. But the key is to tell yourself that when the time comes, you will put it all down and walk away. And when that time comes, that's exactly what you do. But what about those people who cannot control themselves? What about those with powerful addictions? It's so easy to sit where I am and say, "You should have done...(insert action here)." But I'm smart enough to know that it's not that easy.