Shelter from the storm

‘Twas in another lifetime, one of toil and blood
When blackness was a virtue and the road was full of mud
I came in from the wilderness, a creature void of form.
“Come in,” she said,
“I’ll give you shelter from the storm.”

You’re the shit and I’m knee deep in it

The last couple of weeks have been rather tumultuous — at least, on the inside of my head they have been tumultuous. Over the summer I was invited to apply for a couple of jobs, got my hopes up, then had them dashed. Then, about a week ago, I applied for another job. Less than 48 hours later I was invited to come for an interview. The more I look at the job and talk to my cronies, the more I realize that I am the perfect candidate.

Only trouble is, it’s rather far from New York City. Not only that, it’s nowhere near a major metropolitan area. Well, it’s not Wyoming or anything, but it’s not within striking distance of Rapture. I am perfectly ready to leave this glorious city for some peaceful country living, a big fat raise, and an excellent step along my chosen career path. I keep daydreaming about owning an actual HOUSE and having more than two rooms. I also can’t wait to tell my asshole boss to “take this job and shove it.”

The one thing that pains me (and not in a good way) is the thought of being more than a phone call and a short walk away from Mitsu. Even though I only see her once, sometimes twice a month, just knowing that she’s nearby and that I can make a session happen when the urge strikes is a great secret pleasure.

What’s a boy to do?

I’m hooked.