Well here's the scoop~ I couldn't hack it. I got tired of it, folks. I went through over a week training, reading and writing almost every day and then going back over the material when in the end it still just wasn't what I'm looking for. I don't like it and I'm not gonna send it. Sure enough, I started heading up to town to hit up the pub- meeting people whatnot, but man as soon as it started I knew I was in trouble! But I was quick to kill my own buzz, 'cause as soon as the money started flyin' I knew it was time to get the hell out of there! I didn't work hard all Summer savin' and scrapin' only to lose it all on an all but empty island!
And so, I moved on to Athens to stay with a friend whom I met back in Summer time. His name is James. He is a Greek American from Jersey who is living in Athens until he is properly drafted into the Greek army for a year next month. I've been staying here with his family for a few days so far and already it's a very different experience compared to Athens as a tourist before. For starters, I go to coffee everyday surrounded by Greeks in a non tourist part of Athens playing/learning backgammon, eating amazing foods and trying to learn Greek but failing miserably at attracting one of the many beautiful girls attentions(so many here, believe me).
James actually comes from a unique and special family that goes back to Jersey where they were very much affiliated with Greek Mafia and used to own a club that apparently hosted Joe Pesci as a comedian but fired him at some point. Frank Sinatra also attended this club on occasion (seen pictures of both guys with the dad). At some point, James' father had to leave and return to Greece etc., etc. for whatever reason. So, here we are driving around in James' BMW convertible (whatever) without concern for police due to these past ties, living it up. What are we to do but enjoy ourselves? And yet I ask myself: who am I but a lone Californian run away? Am I destined for Office Space? I dunno. Makes the old life feel so boring....
So here I am still figuring out what to do with myself at this point. I hear the economy sucks back home; that true? Well, in the meantime I have two family names which come out of Sparta that I intend to investigate before I leave- James promised to help call and that is what we will do. I also need to figure out how get out of this fucking country without too much reprisal, but from what I understand that is becoming more and more difficult as everyone is all pissed off at America. Thus, everyone is paying more attention to illegal travelers abroad. Eh? Eh?
I'll figure out what to do but until then we'll just have to see. I do have time and until then, maybe the horizon will get a little bit brighter.
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Hi Clint,
The economy is not the greatest, for sure. Everyone is tightening their belts. If we are voting, I vote for you to come home so you will be part of how we all live in this new reality. Knowing you are here amongst us all will be one less thing to worry about in this topsy turvy world. Time to close ranks and bring family closer. I think the skills you have used surviving and living among all types of people are skills that could lead to a very good and interesting career. Some companies need people who are good at traveling. Call the US Embassy and anonymously ask some questions and see your best course of action. Hope to see you soon. Love, Alonna, Steve, Tara and Zev.
Good advice, thank you Alonna. I don't know when I'll come home. It's the most common question I am asked and I still feel bemused. The best I ever have are tentative plans for an uncertain future.
Clint when are you coming home?
When you take a BB at 5 pumps to the stomach, you arse.
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