The Zig Zagger

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"So..." Sasha mouths.

"Oh my goodness what?" I don't exactly have time for this bull.

"You really are heading back home?"

"It would seem so."

"I mean..."

"I don't get what the fuss is all about, you live there," Sasha was just in town for the week with a bunch of his cronies.

Everyone who comes down here from the City of Angels literary doesn't wanna live here. They love it here, they just never wanna live. See what I did there? Goodness, that was uncalled for. You totally didn't deserve this poor pun-manship.

Oops I did it again!

But...

"But you have a life here?"

"As do I over there." That sounds right.

"You own a cutesy brownstone here. If that does not cement your residency status I don't know what does."

Calm down, it's not a cutesy brownstone. Okay, it is. Only I don't live in its entirety. I live up top and sublet the rest of it. Because like in all honesty what am I to do with all that space by my lonesome self.

And besides, everyone knows that the rent economy is the future.

It's got to be.

Or did the Business Daily lie to me? That said just slap on a private entrance and a brownstone rooftop could turn into a literal moated castle.

"So what?"

"So maybe you might want to rethink...coming back."

"If it makes you feel any better, I will hold on to my assets portfolio here just in case," I wasn't planning on letting them go anyway. That real estate shebang, I have ownership of some complexes and blocks in the boroughs of NYC as well, is gonna be literal gold in a few. "Accounting" gets the job done babe. You know I got you. The property taxes here are actually quite low relatively speaking.

Which brings me back to the butterfly effect behind this. I quit my job.

"I need to go back to my roots. I have something more to give," Sasha just looks at me. "I'm unhappy settling for the nine to five."

He gives me a very specific look, one that conveys untold worry, "Why didn't you...tell me." Where to begin. "If you were that unhappy why didn't you tell me?"

"I'm telling you now."

FLIGHT 8457A ONBOARDING AT GATE A...

"That's me."

"I know."

He drags his suitcase and joins the rat race, he walks but you get the picture, to his flight. Mine's in a couple weeks, I'm not too far behind.

I have a couple of loose ends left to tape to the wall and that shit better stick.

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