I was at work, doing miserable labor, and trying hard to ignore a bitchy queen, who was doing the kind of catty, dramatic things that makes uninvolved parties despise the gay population. And I realized that, at the DC Eagle, I hadn't met a single person that I particularly liked. None of the other employees, none of the patrons, no one. All the boys I went for turned out to either be nelly fags or absolutely crazy. And, god-knows this town is pretty dull. I think New Orleans has ruined me permanently on night-life scenes-- 'cause there ain't no where quite as fun. It was time to go. I was done with Washington. Time to move on.
So, on Saturday afternoon, I hopped a train back to Baltimore, where I had left some things in storage earlier in the week with Jen. I didn't show up for work on Saturday. Didn't bother to call-- I assume they'll figure it out.
To make things easy, I earned plenty of cash over Independence Day weekend, so I'm taking a bus to East Tennessee. Knoxville. Gonna see the river. Maryland and Virginia have faded away.
Goodbye, DC
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