Calling.

It's this time of year. Maybe not. Maybe time of life. Maybe circumstances. After a couple weeks away from the comedy club, I realized tonight I missed some of them. But I do not miss the job. Just the people. I hate working just for the money, and that's all it is there. I can usually get something out of anything, but I'm not so sure about this place. I'm going out every night this week because that's where people are. Maybe I'll run into you. Whoever you are. I haven't heard from you in a while.