When I was up in New York/Joisey, I kept praying: "limby-wisby" -- "let me be where I should be."
And even if that meant that I should come home to Austin... still, "let me be where I should be."
Now that I'm back in Austin, though, LMBWISB is a joke. There's no way in hell that I should be here. Any more than I should be back in Azle, Texas. There are no people here who love me, no reason at all for me to be here. I love New York and Weehawken. I miss being there with all my heart.
Fuck you, God. Fuck you for sticking me here where I know I don't belong any more.