the pull to mediocrity

i'm leaving this backwards town of trailer parks, southern drawls and ruby tuesdays. the pull to mediocrity is too strong. how easy it'd be to rent an apartment for a couple hundred dollars, buy a used car and let the days pass!

but who truly lives an extraordinary life? and what makes a life extraordinary?

these questions vex me. in ways that make me practically suicidal.

back to nyc tomorrow. i almost wish i could settle for this.