And through his adult life he focused more on things outside work to numb himself like he had for years. But being an editor and in charge of a paper, didn’t allow him much time to enjoy the things he once did. Which is how he landed the pretty rough and prestigious job he had now. During the years after his undergraduate education, he worked at various news rooms, stations, and other publications while also getting his Master’s in editora journalism. Therefore he settled on journalism, it attracted to both parts of the things he was good at, and allowed him to have a job once he graduated. When it came time for him to pick a major, he decided he wanted to pursue writing, but he wasn’t into the thought of writing fiction crap or picking a career that would be useless. His freshman year at UCLA, he took a bunch of classes that he would never have thought to take, and ended up getting really good grades in a bunch of writing classes and history classes, especially the one he took that was specifically about Al Capone. No more law school like his father wanted, he was going to figure out what he wanted. When he ran away to college, he decided he was going to throw his entire future plan to the wind.
And he didn’t realize how much he had enjoyed it. Reflecting on the piece of news he had finished writing by hand, he realized that it had been a few years since he had actually written anything. So in the name of journalism and in the name of calming his nerves, he wrote a better article for them. The article was based on an event several of the local papers he had grabbed had covered, but he felt that each article didn’t tell the whole story, and it infuriated him that an editor would allow something like this to be published. It was definitely not something he would ever publish but it helped him clear his mind a little more. Sitting in that shop for a couple of hours he had a moment to write an article. He paid for a small breakfast and grabbed a couple of the papers to read and stay in tune with the world for a bit. But the man did find a cute coffee shop with several newspaper stands in front ot it. It was still very early in the morning, since he was in the habit of waking up before the day really began to go to work. He checked out of the hotel and went driving around the closest town he could find. After sitting with himself for a few minutes remembering why he was here and why he needed to runaway from things he felt a little better, but he still wanted to be productive. Therefore, waking up in a strange place was very weird to him and he started to get antsy and anxious that he wasn’t going into work today. Since the day he went off to college and reinvented himself, he had always been a man with a routine and a workaholic. In the morning, he awoke feeling very out of place, and maybe it was cause he didn’t have a routine.
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