FREE
I'm free. A little like a parakeet released from a cage that comes back to peck at the bars, trying to get back in. But I never belonged in school. I just took a wrong turn and followed the path of least resistance after that, and in time the years wore away my courage, my creativity, my will to live. I'm not sure there's anything left.
But here I am at the other door, the one leading out back into the world. I've served out my sentence and it's time to go.
I have a house with no rent or taxes, a new paid-for car, enough money coming in to support me the rest of my life, some investments, some friends, free food four or five times a week, and a stipulation that I can never do this to myself again because I'll never be able to work more than two classes at a time.
So...now what?
But here I am at the other door, the one leading out back into the world. I've served out my sentence and it's time to go.
I have a house with no rent or taxes, a new paid-for car, enough money coming in to support me the rest of my life, some investments, some friends, free food four or five times a week, and a stipulation that I can never do this to myself again because I'll never be able to work more than two classes at a time.
So...now what?