Upon the last meeting with my therapist I didn't have much to talk about, so I decided to tell him some stories about my life...in particular about being on the road as a puppeteer. Some info on the therapist; he doesn't talk all that much and shows very little emotion. He also has some peculiar health issues that are evident by the fact that his face looks like it has been removed and then glued back on, he's eyes also tear for no apparent reason. As I began to talk about my adventures he started to literally crack up, I mean casing pain from the hard laughing. "Have you ever written these stories down?", he asked me. I replied "Nope"..so here I am.
After graduating college with a degree in Acting(That is super useful) I thought it would be a good Idea to pack up all my stuff in my Toyota and head out to Las Vegas to live with my old friend Andrew and his family. Loaded up with cartons of cigarettes and bottles of effedrin I hit the road. The first day was awesome, Phish blaring from the speakers....The feeling of freedom was everywhere! That first day I made it just past Richmond Virginia. I was eager to reach my destination as quickly as possible...the next day I made it as far as the panhandle of texas, just outside Amarillo when the flash floods started. I turned on the radio and they suggested that anybody in a vehicle should abandon it and get to higher ground. Ofcourse I wasn't about to leave my sweet Celica behind...I made it to a best Western at the next rest stop. After taking an hour nap the sun was out and I continued on my trip....a quick overnight rest in Tulsa and the next day I was in Vegas!!
Las vegas was like the Holy Mother Land to me at that time...an expression of everything a 22 year old could ever dream of all in one place!! Andrew's family lived in a suburb called Summerlin wich is a beautiful place where family's from all over came to find something better. After a couple of weeks searching for a job I landed one of the most interesting jobs I have ever have, I became a $5 Pizza Man. The job was simple, we would meet at a particular pizza shop at 9am for a pep talk and discussion of strategy; then load the pizzas into the warmers and load our cars with pies. First stop,construction site...armed with our shirts that literally said, "$5 Pizza Man" we would unload a doaen pies in about 5 minutes. Back to the shop to load up with more pies and then it was door to door at inner city apartment complexes for the remainder of the day. On more than one occasion I had to run away from various gangs and illicit individuals for fear of being jacked. After spending most of my cash on Gatorade and special equipment that prevented my dashboard from melting I decided I wasn't cut out to be a $5 Pizza Man. I spent a total of 5 months in Sin City until I decided I had too leave and get back to my girlfriend...that was a wise idea considering when I got home she informed me that she was into women.
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