30 years ago there were two interesting women that I knew. Both were very intelligent and probably considered attractive too. I worked with them, and always thought they would go far- but couldn't begin to guess how and where. Last time I saw one, she was moving to New York on some weird hippy dream, and the other married a junkie, became one and moved out of town also. 30 years later I found them on-line....one is clean, no drugs and probably a multi-millionaire given the people she hangs out with and her FB friends. The other is the personal assistant to one of the richest men on the planet...after having been the assistant to one of the biggest players in the entertainment industry. Looks like I should have moved to New York instead of LA......too old to make any difference now. Maybe I'll just die soon and be done with it all.

30 years ago there were two interesting women that I knew. Both were very intelligent and probably considered attractive too. I worked with them, and always thought they would go far- but couldn't begin to guess how and where. Last time I saw one, she was moving to New York on some weird hippy dream, and the other married a junkie, became one and moved out of town also. 30 years later I found them on-line....one is clean, no drugs and probably a multi-millionaire given the people she hangs out with and her FB friends. The other is the personal assistant to one of the richest men on the planet...after having been the assistant to one of the biggest players in the entertainment industry. Looks like I should have moved to New York instead of LA......too old to make any difference now. Maybe I'll just die soon and be done with it all.
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