This was a difficult page to create. And it is only the start of this short, miserable little fucking Birthday story.
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.
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.
I had a good sale. I set up appointments for the very few people that came over, and we kept our distance and we had a good time. I’m not greedy, never have been, so I cut incredible deals for those that were brave enough to show up. I made enough to move out, and, if everything works out, I found a place that I can afford without a roommate! Lake Nokomis area of Minneapolis. The Nokomis area. I hope I get it. I want to be in Minneapolis again. I want to live by my friends.
That’s from a song called “This Year” by The Mountain Goats. I find their music soothing. But more importantly, I find the message of hope the song conveys comforting.