How The F*#k Did I Get Here?

April 17, 2012 22 Comments


It was 3am and I was awoken again by the raspy hacking cough of a tall skinny man lying on the beer stained carpet next to me .  I wasn’t sure whether it was the acid, the dope or the cigarettes that caused the dude to retch up sputum like some kind of rumbling volcano.

Have you ever had a moment in life when you suddenly stopped the charade  and asked yourself the time honored question, “how the f*#k did I get here? ”

Well, the more the dude coughed, the more I asked that question.

I mean I had been a Veterinary Surgeon working in plush clinics on the south coast of England less than five months earlier. How did I end up sleeping on that beer stained carpet in a sleazy one bedroom apartment in Burbank, California?

Faithfully following your dream, doesn’t guarantee you  any kind of success, but it does promise you an adventure.

 

P:S: This is the first in a series of blogs chronicling my adventures in Los Angeles over the last 3 years.

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About GeoffTalbot: Geoff Talbot is the founder of this Creative Blog. He loves writing words that encourage creative people.

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