Peace and Love, SoCal*

From Facebook:

It is with a flurry of mixed emotion that I mark today as my last day at Malibu Coast Animal Hospital. Over the last year-and-a-half, I’ve spent more waking hours here than at my actual place of residence, so it was my home in a very real sense. I have come to know each and every one of the people here – all of the staff and many clients alike – as members of my family, and they have done everything in their power to make me feel like a member of theirs, even in the face of my general jackassery. I am grateful for the time I’ve gotten here, and beyond excited to begin the next leg of my life’s journey in Chicago, but I am sad to turn the page on what has been an incredibly emotionally and spiritually satisfying chapter of my life. Thank you to all of you that have contributed so much – I love and will miss you all.

Malibu Coast Animal Hospital

Update: I opted out of saying goodbye to everyone in person. I made it all the way to clocking out, then a long-time client asked if I would check her out, and I choked back tears as I ran out the door to cry in my car on the way to a baseball game like a man. A big thank you to Dr. Heather Napolitano for providing me the perfect excuse for a hasty exit in the form of a Dodgers game – it was both fun and convenient for my purposes. Do I regret not hugging each person who made such a difference in my perspective on the world? Sure. Yes. But I will see them (you) all again, and ideally under less cry-y circumstances.

My car’s oil is changed, the interior is cleaned, and it’s being packed at a rate consistent with my level of hungover. If you know of any good brothels in southern Nevada, hook a brutha up with a number!

*I do not say “peace and love” – the title is an homage to Dr. Dean Graulich.

I say funny stuff sometimes.

When I was younger they were laughing at me, now I’m older, and I’m laughing at me, too.

As many of you know, I’ve sold the vast majority of my belongings, and I’m packing the rest into my vehicle and setting off for Chicago to pursue my dream of being a stand-up comedian. It’s either the best or – more likely – worst decision I’ve ever rashly made, but I’m almost 30, and it’ll only be progressively less appropriate for me to do this kind of shit, so here we go!

I’ll be posting information about my journey east on this blog, as well as on Twitter (@spatfarrell) occasionally. I’m currently debating an all-written format vs. an occasional Vlog post. We shall see what kind of mood I’m in as the trip progresses, and my alcohol consumption fluctuates.

Thank you all for the love and support you’ve shown me thus far – it has only encouraged me, so if this goes south, this is largely on you. Cheers!