Disobedience in the eyes

I sit here in an uncomfortable wooden chair meant for dinner parties with a cheap liquor and I write.
I write to write, but I also write for financial gain; which is the sad, but honest truth. I am too tired to coast along under the thumb of debt. The same debt just about everyone knows of. I write and write and write. I change and edit, add and remove, simplify and complicate. And with help too.
I would like to live a life free of heavy loan expenditures, constant car repairs and of bigoted backwater crossroads.
Here I see the big picture and smile in the face of it and although it doesn't smile back I find myself filled with hope. The hope that someday I can pull myself out from under that thumb and live the life I truly aspire to have.

A free life.