OK, well I gave New York City a go and it didn't work out. I tried and now it's summertime again and I'm broke. I couldn't land that cushy midtown deskjob. I didn't catch the eye of a wealthy cougar over a martini paid with my ever-bulging credit card. Now I am back at my parents' house in South Jersey. For the first time in 10 years. I thought I was pathetic enough to crawl back to my parents house at the age of 25. Since then I was somehow able to make something myself. I had a nice-paying job, living in San Francisco, driving a nice car, with a great circle of friends. Now I'm back to square one. Am I burning off some bad karma or what?
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