One-way ticket and a dream...

And I was just informed the bathroom doesn't work on the bus the I voluntarily got on destine for the city. That medium iced vanilla dunkin is starting to feel like a bad decision.

I anticipate in three hours I will have relief as I arrive in New York.

Given the opportunity to work with my friend Dee in Brooklyn, I have taken it as... well... an option, as I have nothing else going on. There are worse places to be headed while in search of a job. There is something about heading to New York with out any plans that makes the spontaneous side of me do cartwheels; the type A planner is a bit skeptical and wants to slap me around.

If nothing else, it will be a great chapter in my book. Either one of success or failure.

Stay tuned. It could be interesting.