i'm going to shave this two week old face grub off tomorrow so that im all clean and sharp looking for my sign job in anahiem this weekend. im using the red tag car sale signs, i have to pick them up at my cousin's house.
my mom expressed concern when i talked to her last, telling me that she's not sure if my "direction" is leading me to anything or to anywhere. i mean signs are great, but can i do that for the rest of my life?
i told her she need not worry, because not only has my cousin mike done it for over 8 years, but it's not also the only basket im keeping all my eggs in.
im not a sign guy, im a freelance jounalist!!! the signs are just how i make the bulk of my $... but my dream is not to be hammering a peice of wood into the ground, and stapling a plastic sign to a pole...
it was hard to articulate to my mother, because it's very abstract at this point. but i calmed her worries, and let her know that no matter what... i can take care of myself.
she raised her eyebrows, let out a sigh, and said, "well, im proud of you."
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