You prolly do know that I moved where I am because my children live here.
Well here's the poop campers.
I'm leaving Las Vegas. How fucking trite.
But rather than indulging in a suicidal drinking binge (I stopped doing that in college, but I admit, I do miss it…) I am heading to Portland Oregon in the hopes that I can find some better grounding and more honest businesses to work for and with. Vegas is a fucking pit.
No, I am not bringing my daughters with me. Not my choice.
Although leaving shreds every fibre of my soul and heart, the plain fact is that I am out of money and out of time. I have spent the past seven months working for a dishonest group of people that I had streamlined a half-assed idea into what could have been the next greatest animal on the net.
I hired a staff-a solid and talented group of people that understood and believed in the vision I held. Four people actually moved from their homes elsewhere to Las Vegas because of the vision.
What I underestimated was the incompetence and pettiness of the people I was working for.
I turned down several web design jobs to focus on my work at hand.
Suffice to say-the venture failed. The lies, the pettiness, the sheer unfounded ego my staff and I had to deal with has severely hurt many people. Perhaps myself being the worst. I've lost everything I've built here for the past two years. Most importantly, I've lost being able to live within a few miles of my girls.
They are sad and upset. I am destroyed.
The dream survives-Once again I will go with nothing, set roots and start over again, and hopefully within a year or so, I can pluck my ex-wife and my girls from this human cesspool and move them to where I am.
Someplace safer and clean.
Someplace without slot machines in grocery stores.
Someplace where vice and greed and not the only industry.
Someplace where I can again go to school open house, take them to movies and hold them almost daily.
Someplace.
Someplace, Someday, Someway, Somehow-I will make us all whole again.
Until then, once again, my spirit will die a little more every minute spent away from my light and joy.
