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Friday, October 01, 2004
Hey. It's been awhile. I have been lost in my own brain. It's not that the world had had me down as much as I have let it. I went through this last year, and I think about this same time, where I would turn on the computer and just look at it. Read. Look up stuff. Not use any programs, just use the Internet to mindlessly cruise about, reading blog after blog, occasionally remembering that I pay the bills on this thing, and most of all, not remembering that I can write out stuff that happens. Or doesn't happen and I make it up. What jarred me out of it was the noise from the across-the-street neighbor working on his old truck. It seems that this has become his only means of transportation, now that his other truck is up on blocks, and his car that he bought got taken away, and the minivan has just disappeared altogether. I live in a moduar home community. That's kind of an upgraded trailer park. The houses here are mostly double-wides, except set on block and concrete foundations. That qualifies them as modular housing, and opens the bank financing up a lot. It also means they appreciate instead of depreciating. But there are still mobile homes around, and quite a few in the end of the hood that I am in. In fact, there is one beside me, one across the street, and one diagonally across the street. The neighborhood is getting to be twenty years old now. The original tenants are mostly gone. Originally, this low-cost neighborhood had some homeowners who cared. There are a lot of shrubs planted around all of the houses still, evidence of lansdscaping from years ago. Most of them have not been trimmed in years, depending on where the house is. There is a lot of shadow now from large trees, since all of the houses are set back from the road. I get the feeling that the jungle is reclaiming the city. The difference in upkeep between the larger homes and smaller homes is dramatic. The guys around me have things like a fire pit in one front yard, so that when it gets colder later on this fall they can sit outside, and light a campfire in the front yard. I thought that was really, really weird until I discoverd that the person in a larger home, two homes to the left of me, has done the same thing, except that he has added a large canopy tent beside the fire, for mosquito and rain protection. The guy diagonally has an old Nissan truck in the drive, loaded with what appears to be construction dunnage. The truck has not moved in five years. The guy across the street, besides having all the cars out, has most of them in the front yard somewhere, mostly in pieces. Those people don't own those homes, by the way (except for the nissan guy). They rent them from the same person, who does own them, but does not care who gets into his homes anyway. My point, for those of you who remember that I was trying to make one, is that I was jarred out of my self-induced coma by the roar of a V-8 engine, badly out of tune, without any mufflers attached to it, sputtering its way to the store to pick up either more parts or, due to the time and therefore much more likely, more Budweiser. I'm sick of this hood. I'm selling this house, and getting the hell out of Dodge. Maybe I'll sell it to my next-door neighbor, Mr. Campfire. He needs a bigger house, since they had their fifth baby. And there's a new fire-pit right next door already. He may even have room for the English Boxer he has staked out in the front yard, with no house. I could go on and on, and frequently do, but I am sleepy. I will send more and more out, since I have rediscovered my special purpose.
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