The move may nearly be complete...

after two months of floor sleeping, couch crashing, friend mooching, backseat Jeep snoozing and more. God. I’m fucking done. As Popeye would say, “That’s all I can stands and I can’t stands no more.” Now where’d my spinach go?

It really sucks to made a tool by being led on for an entire month hoping to get into a place. A damn cool place that made my toes tingle in excitement. But shit, it was an ongoing story of “I’ll find out tomorrow”. But tomorrow became the next day and so on and so forth. And now another month has gone by. So now I’m taking things into my own hands and giving up on the dream pad at the Falls. I’ll still have my hot tub. It’s just made of porcelain now and has a toilet and sink next to it.

Now that my destiny is back under my control, it’s taken me about 4 hours to secure a pad. (Well - it’s not quite finallized yet, but things are looking good.) Back to the old hipster land of uptown for me. Where multi-colored skin and extra holes in the face are the norm. I’ll report again once I’ve got a new address to call my own.

Cheers.