Ponderosa: Freelancer (personal log)

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After 2 years stuck on Erie, I finally got that crappy starflea space-worthy. Quitting that crappy job at the community college was very satisfying. I even kicked over the trash receptacle on the way out of the dean's office, for dramatic effect. I haven't been home to Harvard Gulch on Denver in years. Looking forward to being somewhere not so hot and muggy. Erie feels like living in a closed armpit.

I'm going to have to pinch my pennies. I've only got a few thousand credits after all the repairs to that piece of crap I call a ship. I splurged to upgrade one of the guns. I've heard from some of the mercs at the spaceport that the rogues operate with impunity within the debris fields of the New York system, beyond the reach of Liberty capital ships. Unfortunately, my route sets me right down in the middle of a debris field, on the other side the Pennsylvania jump gate.

I'm going to make it a point to stop at every station and settlement I come across on my way home, to help build a database of local economies. That will prove useful if I can get my little shipping venture off the ground. I'm hoping to get a hand from an old friend, who just became free.

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For myself I am an optimist - it does not seem to be much use being anything else.
-Sir Winston Churchill