In 24 hours, I will no longer officially "live" in Los Angeles. I'm a little too wined and dined to spill more words about it right now but the words of Jim Morrison seemed to creep into my head as I lay it down to sleep one more night before I move out of my apartment.
Here's to what was, what should have been, what could have been, and what never was. Your loss, my loss. Regardless, somewhere, someone wins.