Live by the sword, die by the sword

I've been working steady jobs for the last 4 years, but not anymore!

Saturday: I quit my job for the last 2.5 years. Bye bye exciting world of concert promotion.

Sunday: I ran up an $80 bar tab, mostly on Wild Turkey. I went to the Hank III / Assjack concert and broke my glasses in the moshpit. I remember approximately about 80% of the night, but the other 20% is kind of a mystery.

Monday: I moved out of my house and in with my parents. I also went to traffic court on Monday, I was hoping to have my speeding ticket thrown out, it was only for 9 over but it would have saved me $110. My eyes were bloodshot, my clothes were shabby, and I had rather poor command over the English language that day; I had to pay it.

Tuesday: My old job gave me a going away party with keg of Heineken. (Thanks!) That ended up being another complete piss up of a night that I barely remember.

Wednesday: I snuck into the YMCA to take a shower.

March 16th: I move to New Zealand with only a backpack, I plan on being a respectible member of society again at that point.

So for the next two weeks, I'm a complete drunken vagrant and loving it! Being unemployed rules!