I got about 50 ideas on what I'm gonna do with the money. When you spend 18 days on the 3rd floor of a hospital, forbidden to even open your window, forced to mingle with the most red of red necks you get a lot of ideas on how to blow $4,375. A constant has been my goal of not working full time. I'll get back to Denver and drop three-months on some one-room flop pad. I'm talking stove and fridge in the "living room" type place. Remember the foot-clans underground skate party-pad in the first TMNT? That's where I wanna live, but like 1/100th of the size. But how long does 43Hundred last? I have no concept of cash. It's bad. I wake up thinking about maybe buying a nice gun, like a
King Cobra...The next day I'm wondering if maybe it's a good idea to splurge on a
good bottle of scotch. When else am I gonna have this much bullshit cash? Do I save it? Do I take a trip? Do I buy a shit-ton of comics? Tattoos? I don't have bills. But I got some debt. Do you pay off a bank? Am I in this life to save money, or do I just wanna party? People who claim there is a middle ground inadvertently fall into the conservative half. Is paying off a bank any less stupid than buying a cheap truck? The truck would be mine. The bank debt goes away after 5 years...Or it did. Truth be told, I wouldn't even worry about a bank if I thought King Soopers could cash a check for four-large. But they can't. So fuck. I guess I'll do what I always thought I do...Take care of it when I get into town. I've been flying by the seat of my pants so often I'm wearing chaps.