It was all a dream...

Hey Kids!  First off, lemme start by saying happy new year!  Last we talked Plan "B" narrowly avoided a DWI arrest that would have surely lead to a suicide attempt.  But that's on some 2009 shit.

2010 is here! Big deal, where are all the fucking flying cars at??  Pssh, somebody fucked up...

Ugh! So far it's been a bitter cold winter here in NY and I'm hating every second of it.  I've been thinking that it might be time for Plan "B" to hit the road and head for warmer climates.  

A few weeks back I had this dream that I've since become obsessed with.  It was the most vivid dream I'd ever had.  It goes like this: I wake up and I'm in this small beach front apartment.  Everything in the apartment is white and gray.  I sit up in my bed.  Directly in front of me is a picture frame window and outside are roaring, crashing waves.  I get up and sit on the edge of the bed.  At that moment I realize that I'm living in Hawaii.  I start to feel a sense of accomplishment flow over me, like I had really done something special by moving here.  I make my way over to the door and walk outside.  Just outside my doorstep is a walkway of lush, green grass that leads me towards the beach.  I step into the sand and I can feel it between my toes.  It's warm.  I begin to walk toward the ocean.  As I walk, I pass under 2 leaning palm trees that form a sort of archway.  I get to the edge of the water and stop.  Up close it's crystal clear but further out it's deep blue.  Off  in the distance is large mountain range covered in green plant life.   I look down and the water rushes over my feet.  It's about up to my ankles.  I look up and admire the awe inspiring landscape.  It's perfect in every way.  I shut my eyes and tilt my head towards the sky.  I can feel the warmth of the sun shinning on my face.   Smiling, I let out a gasp of contented air, "aaaaaahhhhhhh".  Then I wake up....

The dream was so vivid I thought I was still there when I came back to reality.   I jumped out of my bed and rushed over to a window in hopes of seeing some kind of tropical paradise, instead I all saw were gray clouds and the local graveyard  that's adjacent to my apartment complex.  Ouch!

Ever since then I've been thinking of getting out of NY.   There's really nothing for me here anymore.  No job, no love, a comedy career that's going no where.  At least if I'm gonna be a failure I can be a failure in a place that's warm!  

Maybe I'll move to California!  Like LA, or San Diego or something.

I tried moving out there before...twice, actually...it didn't really work out like I hoped it would.  First, I tried to go to college out in San Diego.  I wanted to go to San Diego State University and be an Aztec but my application was rejected.  A year or so later I nearly moved to LA, all in the name of love.  At that time in my life I was under the influence of a devilish jezzabell! A wicked woman, for whom I would have done anything!  Luckily, I saw threw her facade before it was too late and decided to stay in NY.

California dreamin....

Maybe things will be different this time around.  I'm different now!  Maybe I'll go to LA and do some comedy out there.  Plan "B" invades the west coast!   I got 6 years of jokes that I can do and it'll all seem brand new to them!  Maybe they'll appreciate me out there, not like around here.  Maybe someone will see my act and put me in a movie and I'll become famous!  Maybe...  Maybe Ill get a job as a boom mic operator in the porn industry!!  The director will tell me that he's never worked with someone who picks up the sound of flesh slapping as well as I.  I'll be nominated for an AVN award but I wont win and the loss only motivates me to work harder as a porn boom mic operator.  Siiiiiick!!

Dreams are great to have but reality is harsh.   In reality I'll continue to stay in NY and grind out the rest of my life....maybe to a happy ending or maybe not...time will tell.