Holding Pattern.

I work for the man.

I own a hundred thousand dollars worth of debt, a decent truck and a very nice gun.

I have a beautiful, terrified, sensitive girlfriend with a basketcase of issues and a penchant for Tight dresses, Chocolate, and Tea.

I make my coworkers uncomfortable, laugh at terrible jokes* and spin my mental wheels every day from 7:30 to 4.

I want my life to be real, but right now it is a holding pattern.

This weekend I might be writing the prologue to the rest of my life.

Wish me luck.

*my favorite for today: a coworker was writing comments on a document in need of a major overhaul. He labeled one section "May be a candidate for appendectomy." Think about it.