Here's your new road.
"I will call the pebble, Dare.
We will talk about walking
Dare shall be carried
And when we both have had enough
I will take him from my shoe, singing
"Meet your new road!" "
I am in Fayetteville. It is a strip mall hell with cuisine to match. The food is much like frozen meals which, if you think about it, this being an army town, is an improvement to rations.
My apartment is nice, my neighbors are nice, and the distant 108 mm cannon fire is in it's own way comforting. If you can hear the distant cannon's roar it means a shell hasn't dropped on you.
I've gone native. I have my North Carolina's drivers and vehicle registration.
My old house is under contract with other contracts on the way. I hope the new residents will be the caretakers of a peaceful, magical place.
House hunting is discouraging though.
People do the most fucked up things with their houses and think, "Well, it's the next guys problem." That's because they are assholes. People chose to be assholes. Every asshole realizes they are in fact assholes and they decide to continue to do so.
It's like my old neighbors. I watch them troll each other on social media. It's a town of five thousand people. You know each other! How can you be an asshole to someone you know?
What they do know is if they want something they cannot afford they can simply put it on the ballot and get others to pay for it. No matter how many times it is rejected, if they just keep putting it on the ballot, it will eventually pass and fuck everyone who has to pay for it.
I am angry. I have been chased from my beautiful home by assholes.
Well, now I must speak of unpleasantness. I am sure to loose friends but it must be said.
Not every kitchen needs an island.
There, I said it and I cannot take it back.
We looked at one house and I commented, "with the island there you can't open the oven door."
Until that moment they were proud of that island and they looked at me with an expression of, "Why you gotta be an asshole?"
It reminds me on the time when the University of Connecticut built a library. It was a marvelous design and students came from across the country to see its amazing structure! It won awards!
Soon after the library opened cracks formed. Well, they tried fixing it and built supports but in the end the entire front of the building fell off. The entire library had to be demolished. Millions of dollars down the shitter. See, the engineers did not take into account the weight of the books so the building and its awards crumbled like a sand castle at high tide.
Books in a library, that's sooo 20th century.
We will talk about walking
Dare shall be carried
And when we both have had enough
I will take him from my shoe, singing
"Meet your new road!" "
I am in Fayetteville. It is a strip mall hell with cuisine to match. The food is much like frozen meals which, if you think about it, this being an army town, is an improvement to rations.
My apartment is nice, my neighbors are nice, and the distant 108 mm cannon fire is in it's own way comforting. If you can hear the distant cannon's roar it means a shell hasn't dropped on you.
I've gone native. I have my North Carolina's drivers and vehicle registration.
My old house is under contract with other contracts on the way. I hope the new residents will be the caretakers of a peaceful, magical place.
House hunting is discouraging though.
People do the most fucked up things with their houses and think, "Well, it's the next guys problem." That's because they are assholes. People chose to be assholes. Every asshole realizes they are in fact assholes and they decide to continue to do so.
It's like my old neighbors. I watch them troll each other on social media. It's a town of five thousand people. You know each other! How can you be an asshole to someone you know?
What they do know is if they want something they cannot afford they can simply put it on the ballot and get others to pay for it. No matter how many times it is rejected, if they just keep putting it on the ballot, it will eventually pass and fuck everyone who has to pay for it.
I am angry. I have been chased from my beautiful home by assholes.
Well, now I must speak of unpleasantness. I am sure to loose friends but it must be said.
Not every kitchen needs an island.
There, I said it and I cannot take it back.
We looked at one house and I commented, "with the island there you can't open the oven door."
Until that moment they were proud of that island and they looked at me with an expression of, "Why you gotta be an asshole?"
It reminds me on the time when the University of Connecticut built a library. It was a marvelous design and students came from across the country to see its amazing structure! It won awards!
Soon after the library opened cracks formed. Well, they tried fixing it and built supports but in the end the entire front of the building fell off. The entire library had to be demolished. Millions of dollars down the shitter. See, the engineers did not take into account the weight of the books so the building and its awards crumbled like a sand castle at high tide.
Books in a library, that's sooo 20th century.