Me and a friend were just sitting around talking one 
day when all of a sudden he said: "You
have to get out of this town man. Cause this town is 
dying and I don't want you to die with
it." He said, "Whatever used to thrive in the 
undergrowth is gone. There's nothing left.
There's nothing left to stimulate your intellect man, 
and keep your insides alive. What are
you gonna do? Sit around and count money and talk about 
interest rates till early retirement
settles in and you can reminisce about the days when 
good ideas came whenever
you had trouble and your mind was chasing the embrace 
of that one
clear moment"
Leave? What do you mean leave? I can't just leave. I've 
got friends and family here. I'd
miss them like crazy if I left. "Well friends come and 
go," he said. "And there's no way
family would ever disown you or forget about you just 
for living somewhere else. Just go
somewhere where you can get some new input and some new 
ideas. Challenge your own
views of what makes you happy. Is it money? I bet all 
that stuff you have is just causing
you headache anyway. Get rid of it and go somewhere 
new. Get hungry and make the most
of those lucid moments. Maybe you should go somewhere 
where you're not as safe and that
isn't really good for you. Because what's good for you 
isn't necessarily good for your art and
that's what you really love isn't it?" The days when 
good ideas came whenever
you had trouble and your mind was chasing the embrace 
of that one
clear moment