just getting up and going since I had never done anything like this in my life. But my biggest issue was that I couldn’t help but think that even after all this, even after going and doing what I said I wanted to do, that I wouldn’t find any of the satisfaction that I envisioned. At some point I started thinking out loud but I wasn’t even sure if KT was listening because the whole time I was talking he was sizing up another shot and he certainly didn’t look like he was listening. Eventually he said he heard everything I was saying and that none of it mattered. He said the fact that I was even considering leaving meant that this was something I wanted, and ultimately needed, to do. I wasn’t sure if he was being serious or just trying to change the subject but he was right. Now that this was in my head my biggest regret would be if I ended up not doing it and spent the rest of my life wondering how things would have been different if I had followed through. I would spend the rest of my life regretting something I didn’t do because I was too afraid of the consequences and that was completely unacceptable. Still, it was easy enough for him to say since the only time I ever saw him was when he was trying to take my money or when nobody else would go golfing with him. Broom, on the other hand, had been getting drunk phone calls from me for years so for better or worse, he knew me as well as anybody. I hadn’t actually seen him since college but I knew he found himself asking similar questions about his job and life, although thankfully for him it didn’t involve raisin bran.
Maybe that was just something that happened to people once they were out of their parents homes or out of school and in the real world for a little while. They started working and got to see what the rest of their lives were going to look like and they were not happy with what they saw. Of course, people choose degrees or even careers based on what they want to do or what they like to do in order to help avoid such a scenario, but unfortunately for people like Broom, things don’t always work out that way. He was a nerd so he got his degree in history and just about the only two things you can do with that is be a professor or write a book. He was about fifty years too young to be a professor and he hated writing so he just took the first job that he found and decisions like that never lead to anything pleasant. What I loved about him was that even when we met in college Broom was already an old man. And he was proud of that fact. He liked his cheap beer and early bedtimes while he hated loud music and extended trips in the car. One of the first things he did when he got here was complain about the traffic so it was good to see things hadn’t changed. He had never been to LA so I took him out to experience the energy and fun that LA had to offer. And, much like my siblings, I think