Remember that time, I changed my life?

the crisp of the wind burned through our winter jackets
And our skin had to thicken to accommodate the chill factor
We fractured the ice with fragmented memories
Of melting into the street after a hallucinatory peak
When the club began to seep at the pores of streaked teakwood dance floor feet
And we knew it was time to break even with the crowds of people and leave
The rowdy, the feeble, the humble and the sheeple, all manner of moods spilled onto the avenue
At one time in control of self until they got overzealous, top shelved, and under the influence
It was a fluid motion under the streetlights
Organized commotion of traffic flow on a pedestrian end of the weeknight
Bike taxi's peddled the lane
And every corner cart stocked up a late night all you can consume buffet
At a price of course but that's the way of the late night eats
The curbside story height neon sherpa's led us to summit street
From the far cries of last call's on High, where lights are born and raised against the short north pavement and reflected into eyes intoxicated
Relief
In the home I now only frequent weekly
But then it was a shelter from the creep of the cold walks
After bar closing each block and restocking our buzz
Some nights were fuzzy
And Some mornings a blur
The further we spent today in last night's fun, left us wrestling with the sun and settling in to cursing those frigid temperatures
When the morning alarm called collect
Asking for our paycheck
And we just said fuck it and slept in
Dodged a bullet again
Playing Russian roulette with work
Until the chamber was no longer empty
And a 2 week notice unnecessary
Because you're being relieved of your services
It was worth it in the end
It's always better to be sent off in peace
Rather than uncaging the beast inside
That wants to feed on corporate arteries and tear them to pieces still alive and breathing
That fever never falls into the ideals of office walls
But heats the foreheads of can't get out of bed hangovers when you call in sick of it all
I'm not too proud to hate my job
I do enjoy eating
And surviving week to needing a week off
even if it means leaving behind a career that was robbing me of my sanity
The vanity of a chef holds trophy only next to ego
And my life no longer needed the selfishness, the stress and unhealthiness
Or the wealth of unappreciative restaurant owners
So I simply find satisfaction in knowing the results of my actions were well spent
In times that necessitated intervention
Something needed to exit and I was tired of second guessing
And so I left
Hadn't even slept on it
Just vacated
My first day back from vacation
And never looked back till this day
When I questioned in which direction
I would continue walking away
To start a better life
Tucked away with my soul mate
Counting stars in the evening sky
And being beside her on holidays
Maybe I missed my calling
Or maybe it's calling now
And I just need to check my messages
But I have no extension
To dial out