Crack house
Sep. 3rd, 2004 11:11 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
afufleBack again, for another entry. Didn't do what it seemed most important to do, but maybe I'm so anxious about getting this one little thing done that it's just taking on too much importance.
Anyway, I found out from the kid who lived here till last month that the house next door is a crack house. They have a fairly pricey looking deck on the back of the house with a sauna, a gas grill, & nice cars, etc., yet they live in this rotten neighborhood and never call the police on this guy who is over there practically every day raging and acting like an insane bastard. So he's a cokehead/crack addict. Sheesh, anyway the pieces fell into place when Henry said that.
I didn't go see HPPOA again, as I rather wanted to. I don't have enough money, except I could just short myself on groceries or something. It's at the cheap theater now, so won't be more than 5 bucks, probably. Every time I say that, I don't do it though. So shit.
I am spending too much time in the house alone. Well, it's been so nice and peaceful, and nice to be able to walk around on the second floor with just a tee and underpants. I couldn't do that at Mom's with John around, or at Virginia's with Clint around. It's just so nice. I'm also relaxing so much I'm falling into some of the same old lazy ruts I've been in or had for so long. I ought to be happy and grateful. I guess I am, there are just moments.
It's weird, but I'm typing very fast right now, and it feels really good. I'm not going back and correcting anything, & it's just cool.
Off to see what I can get done around here, laundry, shower, whatever.
Anyway, I found out from the kid who lived here till last month that the house next door is a crack house. They have a fairly pricey looking deck on the back of the house with a sauna, a gas grill, & nice cars, etc., yet they live in this rotten neighborhood and never call the police on this guy who is over there practically every day raging and acting like an insane bastard. So he's a cokehead/crack addict. Sheesh, anyway the pieces fell into place when Henry said that.
I didn't go see HPPOA again, as I rather wanted to. I don't have enough money, except I could just short myself on groceries or something. It's at the cheap theater now, so won't be more than 5 bucks, probably. Every time I say that, I don't do it though. So shit.
I am spending too much time in the house alone. Well, it's been so nice and peaceful, and nice to be able to walk around on the second floor with just a tee and underpants. I couldn't do that at Mom's with John around, or at Virginia's with Clint around. It's just so nice. I'm also relaxing so much I'm falling into some of the same old lazy ruts I've been in or had for so long. I ought to be happy and grateful. I guess I am, there are just moments.
It's weird, but I'm typing very fast right now, and it feels really good. I'm not going back and correcting anything, & it's just cool.
Off to see what I can get done around here, laundry, shower, whatever.
