I am, from time to time, tempted to just kill this thing off, as I have the other two blogs that preceded it. Nobody really reads it and it ends up being a simple tool for exorcising demons and self-talk-therapy. Which, probably means I ought to be in a Rubber Room somewhere and/or on certain medications. They don't work worth a fuck though. I'm simply not: The Happiest Guy In The World. The World bugs me. The older I get, the more I prefer the company of animals to humans. I suppose that's not a unique perspective.
I was describing my current surroundings to a friend in Seattle the other day. The cast of characters around my building changes but the core remains the same. People move in and out and the "break-in period" starts afresh. There are nine apartments and one house on the property. You estimate the number of souls inhabiting them. It changes like the weather. Johnny gets a Girlfriend, she moves in, they fight and he or she or both move out, yadda-yadda. New Tenant Boot Camp starts all over again. As of the middle of May, we also got a New landlord. Actually the guy has always owned the place "on paper" and was selling it to the Woman I rented from going on eight years ago, come February 2016. Unless the World ends or I die, some better opportunity presents itself or the joint gets "flipped" again and we get some New Person to give our money to, I'll stay. The setup right now is through a Property Management Company. They're mostly "invisible" and are just there to keep the dollars and cents straight. The New landlord is An Old Guy and he kind of needs somebody to GTM (GTM: Get The Money) and keep the books.
All three paragraphs begin with the word "I." Bad journalism. But, this is more of a "diary" than a Journal and I AM speaking in the First Person so, I guess it's alright. Stop! You're both right! It's a snack food AND a floor polish! Tastes great! Less filling! Washes your car while you're driving it home to work! Doesn't have that stale aftertaste!
Big weekend coming up next week. I plan to be out of town, resting quietly in some campground, far away from the Noise and Haste. I truly disdain fireworks. Haven't liked them since I was a Kid. People drive into the adjoining states and pick up illegal fireworks and then have themselves a Big Ole' Party at the neighbors' expense. It usually lasts about a week. I've heard a few 'splosions already. The BIG GUNS are still being held in reserve for next Saturday night. Like I said, I plan to be in a State Campground, where there are no fireworks allowed. It will be mostly quiet. I favor the Hiker/Biker type of Campgrounds, the ones without screaming Kids and obnoxiously drunk "Adults." Those Campgrounds a markedly "cheaper" than your average West Coast State Park as well. A Campsite in Northern California runs about $40.00 a night now, with a motor vehicle. Somebody always gets their "eye poked out" or worse, anyway. I wouldn't let myself be anywhere near a highway on that weekend either. Amatuer Hour with 1.5 tons of metal travelling at high speed. Pinball with trucks and cars. No thank you, I'll take a Shuttle Bus.
This morning's listening, the "live" version:
The album version:
I'll take Anders camping with me over the 4th. The album stuff. I have it on tape and CD. I'll take the tape so I can carry my Sony Sports "Mega Bass" Walkman with me. It has a good radio in it and the battery life is good. I've owned one of those things since the late 80's and never found anything as rugged or better sounding.
Best Fishes,
-Doc
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