Lord Don't Let It

Now that the sun is actually giving us natural heat on a regular basis, my neighbors have started to show their faces. The Hispanic family to our left has been working non-stop to make their dwelling as presentable as possible for the prospective buyers they intend to woo.

But across the street lives a man who is believed to have lost his driver's license and lives with his grandmother. This theory is not eliminated when you perceive this individual. Never seen him not in a sweat suit. Usually smoking. Dirty hobo hair grooming tricks.

Anyway, dude just came out of his house with a buddy I've never seen (same middle aged looking white pasty man with too long and greasy hair held down by a painter's cap). They look like extras in Clerks III. Or they might hang out with Napolean Dynamite's uncle. That's not the kicker. Are they not now in the middle of the street with one of those Nerf footballs that whistles when you throw it right? Are they not having the time of their life?

As I amble around the house in idle waiting, I don't ever want to end up like that. So the first step in my feigned production is this blog. The transient lifestyle is not for me