I just looked around me, at my life, at my room. At constant disorder, broken dreams, melancholy followed by brief spurts of success. I got nothing. I'm quitting kung fu, can't afford it anymore. Can't afford to pay my taxes from last year. Can't find a single fucker that wants a scientist for more than a shit handfuls of shit an hour.
I got it. New York beat me. time to take a hint, and roll. I'm looking at california, my friend says to come stay a week, and look at jobs. My industry is booming there, geologists needed everywhere. Still surf, and bigger mountains.
I think this is it, I think this is my last few weeks in NY.