the surreal life
Moving....it's like being pecked to death....by ducks. Zombie ducks. I found my Royal Albert spoon rest tonight. It's the small victories some days......
I rotated by living room set to give me some more space. This apartment is not large. I just decided to make it the best small room it can be. I put the tv against the windows, partly because I can see Trump Towers and the top of the Eiffel tower from that window, among other things. I didn't come all this way to stare at a wall when I have a million dollar view.
So I got everything all plugged in and my tv recognizing channels and all, and I flop out on the couch to watch Charlie Rose on PBS. And in the distance the lights of Vegas are twinkling. The Eiffel tower and the Stratosphere are quite pretty at night. And I realize that I used to lay on that same couch and watch Charlie Rose in a little shotgun house in the 'hood. I had a 15 inch color tv and the dvd player was bigger than the tv footprint. I kept the curtains drawn because the only view was my neighbors selling meth. I could open the front door in the late fall or early spring but the rest of the time the mosquitoes and humidity were too bad, plus then you could see the neighbors selling meth.
I went to Fremont accidentally and I suspect I saw people selling meth. And whatever else. But I don't have them eyeball to eyeball with me while I watch Charlie Rose. This week a homeless guy started hanging out in my parking lot. Nobody messed with him, and he was quiet. Until last night when he decided that he would live in our parking lot. And he is mentally unbalanced and began having conversations with himself. He also was screaming randomly in the middle of the night.
Yeah, no. Just as I get off to sleep he starts yelling. I wake up. This sets my dog off. The dog alerts me to changes in my environment. A homeless crazy guy apparently rates notifying me. So this morning we called non emergency and they told him to get moving. I wish there were better mental health care services for these people. That guy could benefit from medication. He was having very lucid hallucinations. I don't think he was tripping.
I am used to seeing homeless people with shopping carts wandering around the city, but apparently this was not a problem around here like it is now. This is a very hard city to be in if you have no skills, cannot pass a criminal background check, do not have a drivers license, ect. The beautiful people are everywhere.....making my iced coffee for instance. Or perhaps asking me if I want fries with that. I asked the coffee girl for directions, and when she checked my id for my credit card she could see I was a local. I told her my employer brought me here. She told me she was sorry to hear that.....apparently she feels there is no opportunity. Well, if you think you can go your whole adult life behind a coffee service counter and skip things like learning a foreign language and calculus....or even algebra....you won't find opportunity ANYWHERE. I don't care how pretty you are. Sorry. 90% or more of Nevada is populated by people who graduated high school. And stopped. Then they killed time till they were 21, went to gaming school or used their contacts, and got into casinos. Now we have people who cannot read, write, or spell wearing rolexes and expecting to make $80,000 a year. I'm not saying there is anything wrong with that, but it is not the real world. There is nothing wrong with being a waitress or something, but there is not much opportunity there. Get into a 5 star joint and bank tips. Wash, rinse, repeat. I want more than the same thing. I went out to take some risks. While the barristas were learning how to run the Hobart, I was learning to put out fuel fires. It was dirty, dangerous, and thankless. I certainly appreciate the possibilities that exist here.
We have plenty of youth, what we need is a fountain of smart.
I rotated by living room set to give me some more space. This apartment is not large. I just decided to make it the best small room it can be. I put the tv against the windows, partly because I can see Trump Towers and the top of the Eiffel tower from that window, among other things. I didn't come all this way to stare at a wall when I have a million dollar view.
So I got everything all plugged in and my tv recognizing channels and all, and I flop out on the couch to watch Charlie Rose on PBS. And in the distance the lights of Vegas are twinkling. The Eiffel tower and the Stratosphere are quite pretty at night. And I realize that I used to lay on that same couch and watch Charlie Rose in a little shotgun house in the 'hood. I had a 15 inch color tv and the dvd player was bigger than the tv footprint. I kept the curtains drawn because the only view was my neighbors selling meth. I could open the front door in the late fall or early spring but the rest of the time the mosquitoes and humidity were too bad, plus then you could see the neighbors selling meth.
I went to Fremont accidentally and I suspect I saw people selling meth. And whatever else. But I don't have them eyeball to eyeball with me while I watch Charlie Rose. This week a homeless guy started hanging out in my parking lot. Nobody messed with him, and he was quiet. Until last night when he decided that he would live in our parking lot. And he is mentally unbalanced and began having conversations with himself. He also was screaming randomly in the middle of the night.
Yeah, no. Just as I get off to sleep he starts yelling. I wake up. This sets my dog off. The dog alerts me to changes in my environment. A homeless crazy guy apparently rates notifying me. So this morning we called non emergency and they told him to get moving. I wish there were better mental health care services for these people. That guy could benefit from medication. He was having very lucid hallucinations. I don't think he was tripping.
I am used to seeing homeless people with shopping carts wandering around the city, but apparently this was not a problem around here like it is now. This is a very hard city to be in if you have no skills, cannot pass a criminal background check, do not have a drivers license, ect. The beautiful people are everywhere.....making my iced coffee for instance. Or perhaps asking me if I want fries with that. I asked the coffee girl for directions, and when she checked my id for my credit card she could see I was a local. I told her my employer brought me here. She told me she was sorry to hear that.....apparently she feels there is no opportunity. Well, if you think you can go your whole adult life behind a coffee service counter and skip things like learning a foreign language and calculus....or even algebra....you won't find opportunity ANYWHERE. I don't care how pretty you are. Sorry. 90% or more of Nevada is populated by people who graduated high school. And stopped. Then they killed time till they were 21, went to gaming school or used their contacts, and got into casinos. Now we have people who cannot read, write, or spell wearing rolexes and expecting to make $80,000 a year. I'm not saying there is anything wrong with that, but it is not the real world. There is nothing wrong with being a waitress or something, but there is not much opportunity there. Get into a 5 star joint and bank tips. Wash, rinse, repeat. I want more than the same thing. I went out to take some risks. While the barristas were learning how to run the Hobart, I was learning to put out fuel fires. It was dirty, dangerous, and thankless. I certainly appreciate the possibilities that exist here.
We have plenty of youth, what we need is a fountain of smart.