Seeing it from a symbolic standpoint, it was like our christening; myself and my brothers; in this new city. Despite the hangover I felt for an hour after I woke up, I feel great today. I don't know why, but last nite kind of marked the official start of life here. My writer's block has cleared and I scored an interview with a music promotion company on Monday.
Next on the agenda is convincing my older brother to quit his job. I haven't told him of my plan yet, but yeah, that's the plan. Too bad this isn't 2009. Because if it was, my bad luck could just rub off on him like it did to Jeremy, and he could get fired so I wouldn't have to convince him to quit. (Yes, I'm quite aware of my facetious-isms, thank you very much.)
Speaking of Jeremy, I heard a song on VH1 this morning and thought of him. Immediately, my phone vibrated with a text. It read: "How are you doing today mamacita?" I don't even have to tell you who it was. I love it when little things like that happen. There's a word for it. It's called SYNCHRONICITY.
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