I'm getting out of this damn town.

Tried to move away twice.

Third time's a charm.

I tried to move to Atlanta once.

Performed at The Punchline at an open mic and loved that place even though nobody talked to me.

Ended up in Stone Mountain because I saw an apartment ad on Craigslist.

My roomie Paula dated Tupac in the 90's. I saw pics of them together.

But the apartment had roaches so I had to bounce.

It was an all black neighborhood and we'd have random guys over to smoke weed. ha. Good Times.

Then I tried to move to Nashville once.

Ended up in Smyrna working at Claire's as the Assistant Manager.

I stayed with this old man on a cot in a motel room that you pay by the week.

He was impotent though so he didn't try to make a move on me thank God.

One good thing....in all my spontaneous travels...God always watches over me and protects me from harm. You just don't even know some of the shit I've seen and done. I'm a hot mess. But God loves me. That's all that matters.