so whats next???

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a lot of time these days is being spent wondering what the next challenge might be...i mean to earn a living...not how do i regain my youth...flatten my stomach...stop growing hair in or around my ears...do something with my non existent ira...i mean do i keep cooking??? don't get me wrong...its been great...but it becomes less rewarding...feeding the rich and rewarded...i don't even go out to the dining room any more... sabotaged that with the wild hair and the hippie bando...bruce is obviously slightly concerned that his chef looks like a reject from a phish weekend...but no worries...i have done all the table massage i ever plan to...kinda been there done that...got way too many fucking tshirts...my partner, bruce, wants to build one last restaurant...a bigger space...a chance to do what we do on a larger, newer, shinier stage...the beautiful girl is tiring of pouring shots of jagermeister for post pubescent idiots...longs to be in bed by eleven...by choice...the "isla People"...painted a rosy picture of opening a French thing on their little island...but thats still cooking...and besides if it runs to course...it will be well accepted ...which will require more work...more concentration...which would totally fuck up the whole retire to a Caribbean island and live like a king on social security...i could write...my memoirs...but if this blog is any indication...i'd sell enough copies to...well okay no fuckin copies...i could make my reclaimed furniture hobby ...a business...but then its a job...not the crazy adventure it been for me...so thats whats been playing in the loop i call a mind...lately

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  1. BeardoAugust 5, 2010 at 8:09 AM

    Welcome to the club... now stop beating yourself in thee head with it!!

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