Shrinks say that moving is the most stressful time of your life. Being a former hobo of over a dozen years I have become quite accustomed to moving, more so than most people. After throwing in the towel at the pizzeria (my leaving statement was written in Latin, and in calligraphy) and after feeling dead inside after being exploited by the Commie cafe for the umpteenth time I have decided to make a big change in my life. Several thousand miles in-fact.
"When you've got nothing, you've got nothing to lose." wrote the great poet and pop-song composer Bob Dylan. I cannot afford the rent, nor to study towards a Master's degree. So, against my late grandmother Diana-Mary's wishes, I have decided to go back to France, so I can make a decent living.
My neighbour and former girlfriend has some inheritance money and is buying a place in France with her father. I will be a musician there, and also work, hard. I am fed up with zero-hour contracts, no breaks, no perks, abysmal wages and slave-labour exploitation down at the cafe. I have had enough. So, that's it. Goodbye.
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