It has occured to me over the past few weeks that I have not been blogging. I didn't find this appalling in the least. People have been asking..."Why don't you write anymore Jason?" And to be honest I haven't had a real reason not to be.
I have been reading a couple of new blogs as of late, and it's made me wish that I had something really neat to talk about. I just got this new laptop and the keys make typing a breeze, plus I need to get a few things off of my chest. So I'm back in the game at least for a little bit.
I just moved into my own apartment in midtown Sacramento. And living here is a blast. I have a perfect location for being a guy in his almost 30's. I'm right by all the bars, chicks, and pizza by the slice places a guy could ask for. Two Saturday's ago a guy got shot down dead four blocks from me. But I guess that could happen anywhere.
My new neighbor is a 21 yr old dum-ass. He really is, and naturally we've taken a liking to each other. It's sort of a hetro man crush. I'm Jerry to his Kramer. He reminds me a lot of myself when I was 21. And instead of trying to warn him of all the mistakes he is concurrently making, I just sort of enjoy watching them transpire.
His biggest problem is this: He is having me sign his AA forms. He is 21 and has had two DUI's. He has court ordered AA meetings, and naturally hasn't been going. I sort of feel bad because I've been drinking beer with him, but whatever. I don't think I could get into trouble about this though. After all those meeting are supposed to be anonymous.
This feels good. This feels natural. I'm just free flowing these words onto the page. The song "Tighten Up" by the Black Keys is playing along on my 1970's era amplifier and it sounds terrific.
I've been promoted. I'm moving up the corporate ladder. Pretty soon my entire closet will be full of nothing but dress shirts, and blazers. If I didn't look so damn good in all that get up, I'd complain. I always tell everyone that everything is great, and I have nothing to complain about. But here's the truth about being a corporate monkey. They don't care about you. And it's a hard pill to swallow.
What do you do when the corporation doesn't care about you? I've tried every reaction, and all you'll get is pain. What you have to do is not let that part of life get you down. You have to be great in spite of what's going on around you. Just because everyone else isn't living up to their potential doesn't mean you have to sink to their level. This Ascension up the ladder has been slow, long and stupid. But at least I've got a lot of great clothes.
Look everyone I don't know where this blog is going, or if it's already done. But I'll do my best to keep it up and keep it real.
