This is our house, that is Arleta's house, that she shares with me. It looks a little rough right now, but soon it will receive a fresh coat of paint and some minor updates and it will be a fine house indeed.
From: Letters to No One in Particular These friends that you speak of, yes I know them quite well… they are an illusion to me now. I still think of “friends” that were friends once upon a time, far far away. I see their lives play out on the screen from the safety of my monitor, alive, but barely living. Why haven’t we kept in touch, what has changed all that much, I can not say, but it was a long, long ways away. Ah, but I have reached out, here and there, the occasional call, a casual hello, maybe even a conversation sometimes, that will lead to an agreement to meet sometime, but it will never be arranged. We are all too busy with our lives. We have all changed, and grew away from that time, we remember, if we choose to, but most of us choose not to, it wasn't all that pretty even back then. The last time we met, I was too strung out to forget, or I was too sober to compete with anyone’s bet. There were a couple of times I do not regret,...
I am using this as some excuse to write, for I have far too many excuses not to write. Although this will not produce any work of consequence, it will hopefully assist in breaking the habit of not doing anything. I make no promises that I will write anything consistently, but that for the moment I will write this and everything thereafter will be completely accidental. As if it isn't already apparent, I am reading "The Beautiful and Dammed" by F. Scott Fitzgerald, again. With my older eyes, and by the standards of what I have lived these 20 some odd years since last cracking the cover of this tome, it appears as much more of a novel novel than it did the first time. The book could be described as the inspiration of Seinfeld, as it is a book that is much to do about nothing. Still as I wade my way through this literary classic, and knowing the author, both as a child of literature and now as a fervent consumer of literature, it un...
Friday, April 4, 2014 Well today I am going to have to call the guy about the land, and update him on our progress. Which is to say I will have to stall him while I try to figure out how to raise the money for the down payment. I had thought it was going to be relatively cut and dry, or at least it seemed so, that we were going to the SSA and they would give us the money that they owe Arleta so we could use it to pay the down payment, our first months payment, and still have enough left over to move our stuff. No, not so, instead they want to argue about it, like it was their money, like we were stealing it from them. I mean it is SSI not SSD so I guess it is tax payer money, but really, to the point of being almost belligerent to Arleta, trying to bully her, I mean really, how absurd. I have worked up until October of 2012 when Arleta got really sick, and I had to come off the road to take care of her. With the exception of a few dry months between I ...
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