Life is wearing on me.

I’m moving out at the end of the week. Into a tiny room in a small basement. Just when you think you have got it figured out, and you can take a nap on your own couch in your own home in the middle of the day with no worries, along comes Life with a knife in his hands and he jams it into your brain and he gleefully shouts “Not today, fat boy!”. Funny thing is, I always knew this day was coming. Or rather, this series of days which will usher me into the next phase of an already unsettled life. 048

Scam

This was, by far, the hardest decision I’ve ever had to make. I don’t want to burden Enoch any longer than I have to, so I am starting to look now. What a bummer. The place I looked at would have been ideal, but it’s a scam. Be careful out there! People are fucking unscrupulous. 046