Yup, I made the break for it...

Just stopped thinking and moved forward... My head said go west young man (okay not so young anymore) and inspired my body to land in Fabulous Las Vegas, Nevada.
From one sin city (New York) to another (las Vegas). After all this is the Poker Capitol of the world, so where else could I have ended up?

How did I conclude on this decision? Well it has to do with an old man, a newspaper, and an aggressive inner voice. Okay-Okay, let me explain:
Foremost, I was fed up with my desk job, sitting there day after day managing an office waiting for the night to come so I could get to the poker table. I was quite overwraught with ambivalence, rifling through the files of my mind, wondering if I should stay locked behind a desk and "be practical" or go run away and chase the dream. As I was contemplaing over a scotch with a friend, I saw "IT" accross the bar.
An old man reading a newspaper with an interesting headline that jumped right out at me... "Make a clean break Dave!"...(Mugsy is my Nickname, my real one is Dave) I rubbed my eyes, did quite a double take and looked again, it wasn't a mirage, it was really there. I went accross the bar and wrestled the newspaper from the old man. I intended to keep this article for maybe a framing or a constant reminder for future contemplations....
Once I laid eyes on the headline, there was a steady voice in my head that would not stop and was so loud it didn't even let me sleep. Now this wasn't your regular run of the mill inner voice, think Gunnery Seargant Hartman from "Full Metal Jacket" then you have an idea what was going on up there. When my inner voice talks, I listen, bottom line.
I don't believe in making well thought out rational decisions... sometimes you just gotta say "what the fuck" and run like a bull towards the red flag. So I did, impulsively, madly, deeply I did not skip a beat started planning that day. Then I researched, places to stay, obviously it was more attractive for me to be on the strip, so I found a botique Hotel with reasonable monthly's and made my rounds with friends and lovers, and I was off.

I do believe a lot of people think I have gone completely bloody mad (after all this is not the most practical of brainstorms), but do you think this concerned me, let my madness be the talk of the town. The great Marcus Aurelius did once say "The object of life is not to be on the side of the majority, but to escape finding oneself in the ranks of the insane."
 and I completely agree with him.

Some of us children are just born mad, and so we remain. Like men condemned to be outcasts, and believing that we have it all figured out and that they who think we are mad have given up on life, and are not mad at all, but sad. Saying things like "in 15 more years I can retire on full pension" ...Great see you in 15 years, in the same place, at the same job, going to the same bars, driving in your leased cars, teaching your children to do the same as you and forget their dreams and just be practical.
That road is travelled already, I know where it leads, I like the road less travelled, and thats the road I took.
I suppose the line from Willy Wonka fits perfectly here and I shall end this with the quote "We are the music makers and we are the dreamers of dreams" (Arthur O'shaughnessy) ...
Happy Trails all...see you on the other side!