confession

Ok. I lied. I did not quit the Express because I wanted to make a film. That was just part of the reason. But it was a reason glamourous enough to be spelled out.

More importantly, I quit to get a life.

I was tired of running behind assholes for some pearls of wisdom from their holy voice boxes. I wanted to relax. I wanted to touch life as it went by. I wanted to write, but on my own terms. Not to the dictates of what some half brained editor expected me to. I wanted to travel. And I wanted to be paid for all this.

Too many expectations.

Strangely, this time, they were fulfilled.