Old school memory at the asylum

Remember when you were a kid and popped off to your dad and you came home drunk and high and cops had to be called and you went for an emergency psych eval then three days later was chilling with your pops talking about how you should go snowboarding (courtesy of someone else since you haven't had a job for a year)?

Yeah, I don't remember that either cause if that were me I would've had my ass beat and would be living on the streets. I suspect you might have had the same experience.

I am living on Main Street in Crazytown.  This is some bullshit. I swear when I read this it sounds like some crazy sci fi shit, it can't possibly be real.  But it is.

Kinda giddy

with excitement now that I'm en route out of the crap hole that has been my abode for the last couple of years.  I've thought long and hard, I will not punch that douche bag in the face.  Nor will I acknowledge him because some people just want attention, any attention.  And considering he is an old lonely angry hobbit that hasn't had booty in probably 20 years... I think him living his miserable life is a fitting punishment.

I'm moving on, to a lovely area with great friends. Yes, I'm sure there will be drama and sassafras - nothing is perfect but... I won't be in a crap hole fearing for my life or that I may break and kill a man...

well maybe.  but that's a whole 'nother batch of blog entries.

FML

Life at the 500 just gets better and better.

Got my crib appraised... I can put it on the market for a whopping $59,000.









I bought it for $205k.
Mother TRUCKER!!!!!