I remember my first day --- Justin drove me in, positive of my success, chanting "think passenger, think passenger". I was excited. I thought I was signing up for a dream job. The place was nice enough: penthouse, overlooking all of Los Angeles, and steps away from the La Brea Tar Pits. The tar pits had stayed in my memories ever since 2nd grade. It was a field trip that stirred my imagination with dino-relics, magical rocks, and movie stars. I always knew I'd be back. The Passenger interview was a such a score -- triumphing past all the checkpoints and interviews. I was feeling confident in my abilities to kick some butt and prove it, no doubts. I was also knee deep in intuition, foresight, and I was just so able. I remember that morning before the interview, staying positive of the what was to come, I told Justin "my cup is half full and today I am going to fill it!". Filling up the cup is not something I typically say. As a Poet, I hate referring to cliches...
Because it exists and so do I...