The next adventure

I have contemplated for quite some time moving west to California. It seems like this journey of mine is taking me to very interesting places. Maybe I will encounter people like myself to some degree there. Maybe I will be able to actually make great connections there. I have thought about this a great deal for the past few months. The reasoning behind is the fact that Atlanta has become a dull place for myself.

People in Atlanta (the ones I have met anyways), are for the most part two dimensional. There are promises made, but no true action taken. This is a sea of followers that await being led or manipulated. I'm not saying the whole populace is like this, I'm only recounting the people I have met thus far. Ah yes, the people of Atlanta. So many shining stars with talent that await for some executive to come and scoop them up like the days of old in Hollywood. Talking to any of the artists down here and you'll see an abundance of talent but a lacking in actual work ethic.

You will see many people who do not lead themselves and end up in the aftermath of a whole host of bad decisions. I have done many of my spiritual duties down here, and now it seems that my obligations here have reached their end. I ask myself everyday what exactly am I doing here now? I look at the mirror and ponder over this question a lot more often than I used to. I understand that in truth it isn't really the location that affects your destiny, but I can't help but see a constant outcome with Atlanta.

In Atlanta, people will make many promises to you and end up not delivering on any of those promises. They will tell you things that they want you to believe about them, but upon further inspection, you find they are entirely something else altogether. Everything here is whimsical and done halfway. There is an expectation almost, for someone else to fill the gap, or to make light of the lack of actual good planning on their part. Everyone does things here last minute and no one wants to accept true responsibility.

If a person makes an event, you can expect a good two parts of what is planned to not happen at all. The flyer will be glossed up with models who have nothing to do with the event at all, because the designer stole the images from the internet. They will speak of drink specials and a celebrity guest that may not even show up at all. And all of this, for you to spend money on overpriced valet parking and overpriced, watered down drinks. The only thing that the natives take seriously in the city of Atlanta, is their image. Down here, image is everything, but a lack of substance is rampant.

That "celebrity famous fitness trainer" is nothing more but an ex convict that cannot work a traditional job due to his criminal record. That gorgeous model that handed you a business card detailing her "illustrous contacts", is nothing more than a shampoo girl at a salon who works there only to get her hair done. The stories go on and on, but I digress. It is time to leave Atlanta Georgia. It is funny that the Masquerade club is finally getting torn down. Because that is exactly what this city is for the most part, one giant Masquerade ball.

Q