Thursday, January 28, 2010

Unemployment Chronicles: Vol. 1

In the cross hairs of my sniper's scope, I was a marked man. Knowing my days were numbered I lumbered on.
Treating each day as it could be my last. I endured this pleasure for more than three weeks.

Spotter ready. Shooter ready ... two shots were fired. One of them hit me.
Many would see it as an assassination attempt. I find it rather liberating, no longer espoused to the regimented lifestyle, once again.

This had been my immediate life raft after being thrust from the sinking journalism industry the year prior.
This time, the weight on my shoulders lighter, but not without wounds. Paths abundant and murky. Outlook still cautiously optimistic. Opportunity floats about.
With this newly instilled freedom, I first broke north into the wilderness. Then southwest for a reunion across the desert.

Life is best when lived. Yet my soul remains insatiable.
These are the loose chronicles of an unemployed man.


  1. I really dig your style, James. Really. :)

    --Jess McHugh

  2. Happy to see that you're writting James :-) Good stuff.

  3. The imagery you invoked with this piece was stunning! The shot may have grazed you but it will take more than that to stop you.


  4. You certainly have a way with words. Came across your blog on the favor for a favor facebook page. I'm glad I stopped by. I hope you remain optimistic regardless of the shots directed at you, regardless of how many hit and how many miss. Take the time, as it seems you are, to explore all that this life has to offer, so that once you are grounded again you'll be able to pursue whatever it is with all your being.