Failed Escape Attempt

Pittsburgh was a dead end. I was having a hard time getting together a successful band and was living in a small apartment with my sister. There was nothing I was able to do there with creating music. I knew I had to leave but I didn’t really know where to go. Eventually I decided on Tampa Bay. I decided to quit my job at the record store because I couldn’t stand it anymore.

With $500 in my pocket, I packed all my possessions in a beat-up Chevy station wagon and drove over 1200 miles to Florida.

I looked around for work but nothing was too promising. Rent was more expensive than where I came from. It was very humid and I didn’t sleep well.

I met a girl there who had been on a plane that wrecked because its landing gear had failed. She and everyone on the plane survived but she would never get on another plan again.

Two weeks after arriving in Tampa, I ran out of money. So I slinked back to the dark, cloudy city that I came from.