Qutting is Amazing

Ahh, the freedom of being poor. And staying poor, at least for a little bit longer. I parted ways with the service, a.k.a. restaurant industry yesterday, or for you laymen: adults acting like childish little bitches and employees seeking continuous validation in the form of 15%. don't get me wrong here, I have the utmost respect, well maybe that's not true, but I do have respect for those who choose a career in the service industry: entertainers with an unconscionable desire to meet the needs of others. And I have to consider the disgusting amount of money that goes into it all. But all this work and money going into something that either constipates or escapes the rectum like a convict fleeing prison? I just can't dig on that, at least not anymore. And so, I quit. An unamerican avenue, since, winners don't quit. And Americans are winners, right? Well fuck that. Nothing can be more liberating than quitting; quitting smoking or drinking, or a woman. Correction: a crazy woman. And so I encourage everybody to quit. What are you made of? What's your reaction to the nakedness that ensues from leaving something that became in a sense, an integral part of your life? I quit California recently. The time was right. I'll relapse, I'm sure; too many things to come back to, but for now I'm happy with quitting. My next quitting is quitting doing nothing. Quitting not writing. Quitting bitching and complaining. Quitting settling. One thing I don't ever want to quit though, candy. Can't do it. They created false teeth for a reason, es verdad? And so, go out there and quit something today, it could be ther greatest thing you ever do. I mean, how many people do you know who should really just quit talking, or existing?