So, I had to run to the college today to do some research, I get back to the flat - remind me to tell you about the house - anyway, so there's my lady friend cooking turkey tacos...hey, I like a taco as well as anyone, but turkey, you gotta be kidding. I ate a couple out of starvation, then headed to the computer with my jack - to hell with the coke tonight.
Okay, this house, belonged to a exMarine friend who up and died of Cancer. I told his brother he ought to investigate, he probably caught it during desert storm. Anyway, so the brother doesn't want to make payments until late summer when he can sell it. You see, the Yankees come to the beach in the summer, think they'd love to own something, pay giant prices for crap, then use it two weeks a year. I took over everything for the brother - payments, utilities, the works. The crazy bitch I lived with in the district is holding down that flat - well her name is on the lease - I don't think I am welcome back. Anyway, here I am in a very strange part of the Carolinas, with a turkey health cooker. Tell me that I didn't exchange hell for something worse. I told her to leave me alone or I would invite super bitch from DC down. So far she is simply downstairs on the couch pouting. I think she might make good shark bait.
Got work to do, will venture this way again later. Comments tolerated.
dusty
