On the Prodigal Son Returning or My Time Amongst the Whores

The title of this blog may or may not be somewhat confusing. For one, no, I have not been spending any time around literal prostitutes recently (at least to my knowledge, unless of course the hookers have gotten in the habit of leaving their corners, dressing like you and me, and hanging out at Starbucks for obscene amounts of time. It's more of a metaphor for A. my time spent away from this blog and B. my time away from my friends and family at home.

Again, are my friends here (Santa Barbara) whores? No, not really. It's just that they engage in some lifestyle choices that are beyond my sphere of interest. I would liken it (and will) to the parable of the prodigal son, if let's say the son went away without his inheritance (I'm broke) and he wasn't at all morally deficient (like instead of having casual sex with prostitutes he was forced to just hang out with them for extended periods of time). I guess that's kind of what my situation is like except now that I have graduated and am required to remain in SB for mayterm classes, I have been forced to move into the lions den. So then, the prodigal son moved beyond frequent hangouts to roommate status. Also, when he was asleep there was a clogged sink filled to the brim with either A.) moldy water (Can water mold? YOU BET YOUR ASS IT CAN!) or B. ineffective drano mixed with moldy water. Let's just assume that both of these options make it extremely difficult to sleep or be healthy in any way. So, that's where I'm at.

But hey, on the up side, I leave for Kenya in one month and then I will be rid of the cancer that is Santa Barbara for good.

Ok, my SB friends are not cancer, but like maybe shingles, treatable and just slightly irritating. Ok maybe shingles is still a little harsh (as it often comes paired with meningitis. Can you say spinal tap? Yes... spinal tap). No, they are more like a pretty bad bite from your garden variety spider. Yeah. A pet spider perhaps, that you love but sometimes it bites you. And then it's annoying but when the bite goes away you like it again, only to repeat the cycle. Perfect analogy... ENGAGE!!!!

Actually, I'm being a damn big baby. I have a month left in this town (and country for that matter) and I think I can manage. Ok bootstraps, consider yourselves picked up.