this morning #666.

this morning, the devil was in the details & now that he was aware of this, several specifics had started to startle him. the tip of the pitchfork was an uneasiness about how he was going to move his entire life to pittsburgh. when he first decided to relocate, the thought of rebooting his existence created a fog. it all seemed so simple. he found a place to live almost instantly. a job came just as quickly, so quickly that he didn’t even stop to consider his finances. after the apartment deposit, he still needed way more money for the move. u-hauls don’t grow on trees. he needed some gigs. hopefully all the bridges he’d burned here wouldn’t derail his move to “the city of bridges.” the irony would kill him.