When I was a kid I auditioned and got a part in the play Peter Pan at the Theatre on the Square in Midtown M town. That theater doesn’t exist anymore, but my memories of never wanting to grow up are cherished and locked away in my glass house for eternity.
I’m having to grow up this year. Peter Pan was a fucking liar.
He said if I believed I wouldn’t grow older. Well I’m 36 and I feel 80. And I can’t fly anymore. Lying ass flying happy go let me rub my never grow old butt in your face Peter.
I interviewed for three jobs last week and I’ve held my breath since then waiting to hear the news. This may be a Guinness book of world records for breath holding by the way. I’ve been distracting myself by blogging a ton while I wait for word back, so if you notice misspelling or grammatical errors, run on sentences or really badly created lines that should have ended long ago, and have too many commas, I blame the lack of oxygen to my brain, or something.
One of the positions is for a director of IT operations and what I’ve come to figure out is where I want to be when I grow up. I can’t blog forever.
I have decided to write and sell a poetry book at some point. It’s been a goal of mine so we’ll see.
One thing at a time.
Jason Chandler Cushman