Epilogue

2020-01-06 jpweidemoyer

We were somewhere around Barstow…This is how the story ended, but it doesn’t really end there. Because as we all know, the story doesn’t end until the fat lady sings, and I don’t plan on goin’ to any opera anytime soon, so I should be in okay shape for awhile at least. So let me catch you up and use this as a place holder for now. Let’s see, let’s see. Much has happened since we last chatted, friend. Mostly good, some bad. I’m a realist, so let’s start with the bad. It often feels better that way. Well, friend, I’m still unemployed. I suppose that’s pretty bad for anyone, especially as someone who has particular vices that require a certain amount of steady cash flow. I’ve applied for nearly fifty positions ranging from blood courier to heading back into the field as a surveyor. My father has a good point in that I may be overqualified for many of the positions that I’ve applied for. They’re likely looking at my resume and assuming I wouldn’t stick around for long, and that it’d be just a temporary stepping stone for me while I found something more suitable to my field of study. That said – I’m enclosing my revised resume, below.

And now for the good news – I think it’s time that I change my resume to something more suitable to what I really wish to do, something which there is no being overqualified for. I should like to be a storyteller. “What the fuck does that even mean” you might be asking? Well, friend, for me that means essentially what it sounds like. Since I was a young lad, I’ve always been told that I need to be on the radio, and then as I got past my awkward tween years, TV. But life has a way of smashing down the dreams that we once had as a child. The once bright glow we had in our eyes, slowly fades, and acts more like a dimmer, until finally, the light goes out with no way to replace it. But through my son, I’ve been re-inspired to pursue what it is that I’ve always wanted. And as Tyler Durden famously said “You are not your fucking khaki’s”, no, I am not. And you know why? I don’t own any fucking khaki’s. And right now I’m perfectly comfortable wearing my well-fitting jeans, V-neck, swigging down my go-to Troeg’s Perpetual IPA, and listening to this week’s “Discover Weekly”, via Spotify. I should like that (or something close to it) to continue moving forward from today. Perhaps instead of in my bedroom, it’d be at a local city strip joint over their “lunch hour special”. But beggars can’t be choosers. I’ve got so many great ideas, and I’m finally ready to leave this bat cave I’ve built for myself, and get into the spotlight so that I can shine it back onto others. Most of my ideas involve creative outlets such as music, art, writing, modeling, TV, movies, and comedy. But, I do have some pretty excellent business ideas as well. All of which will be able to help others. I’ve finally learned and accepted that I can’t do it on my own. So what do you say, friend? Ready to change the world with me? Okay, great. You can start by helping me in purchasing my new book – “The Shades Of: The Mother Road – Crossroads of The American Dream” (Ebook / Paperback). It’d mean the world to me., and I thank you for your support. See in you Sin City, baby!

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