Tuesday. 1.8.13 2:22 pm
pw = zanzibar's first name all undercase. HELP ME NUTANG GIVE ME ADVICE
Friday. 1.4.13 1:31 am
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Wednesday. 12.12.12 7:31 pm
“Five months, huh? That’s a long fucking time, Jon,” Ashley says while adjusting her seatbelt. “I mean, you’re probably a completely different person from when you left Texas back in July.”
It’s kind of funny now that I think about it, but that casual observation never donned on me through it all. Leaving Harvard Law School wasn’t a tough decision – particularly since I knew I’d only be gone a semester. I initially figured I’d enthusiastically join the Obama campaign, move to Iowa, eat some corn, read a lot of books and uncover just who the fuck I’m supposed to be through epiphany after epiphany. Surprisingly, the only part of that prediction that turned out to be true was the last part.
Thousands of miles, Hundreds of people, Eleven states (plus D.C.), ten buses, six months, two betrayals, and one lesson learned. Over the next few months, I plan to touch on all of ‘em. So, let’s start with that one lesson:
Prior to living out my childhood fantasy of becoming Rurouni Jonathan, I lived in Charlottesville, Virginia with a man named Anslem. Upon being told I left my position with the Obama campaign because my bosslady gave me the ultimatum of either campaigingn in churches or resigning, he asked for the key to his house back. The free housing was only guaranteed to Obama staffers and I no longer fit that description.
There’s no animosity between he and I. In fact, I can honestly say I love the dude. We saw the world in different lights, but he gave me the best piece of advice anyone ever has.
“Look, Jonathan,” he says, stepping away from our hug. “No matter how tough it gets, no matter what you’re going through – and you’ll be going through some shit til you find your away, just know that I respect your decision.” I nod my head, and turn to leave his home. Before I make it out the door, he told me something that will stick with me til the day that I die.
“The thing about life is that it keeps going,” Anslem says to me from his front porch. “Whatever happens to you next, with that girl you’re about to go see and in life in general… know that life goes on. And so should you.”
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