Goodbye New York. Hello Miami. Could we be in more of an opposite place. We left behind tall buildings and cold weather for sand and stifling humidity. The weather's only unbearable between 11am and 5pm. Before and after that it's unearthly amazing. And it smells like laundry detergent when it rains. For real. I always smelled those rain scented
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Furthermore, I hate how jobs even get to tell you what to do when you're not there. Dress codes don't just apply to your clothes, but also your hair, piercings, tattoos, and fucking fingernail polish.
I'm not looking for a surrogate parent, I just need a paycheck.
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Tommy writes a national, albeit small, comic book. People love it. And he does it in his spare time, while he works full-time at his dayjob. It's not impossible. It's hard, but never impossible. You don't get to put up a table at ComicCon when you're nobody. He's done it, and we can too. We're only 25. We've only just begun. Writers and artists don't have to be successful at our age, and they rarely are.
If we were models, we'd be fucked. Thank goodness we're not. :P
Also remember, we haven't been pursuing our goals very actively. The fact that you've been noticed is extremely lucky. Very few people succeed because opportunities get ( ... )
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