i'm in a tiny place. it's not expensive, so my neighbors are documentary worthy.
strangely, i am having a good time. it reminds me of my bachelor/college pad. except my wife being around ruins the illusion.
i miss having a couch. and i miss having real TV. but WTF.
doing laundry in a community room is interesting. i did have that, "huh, you left something in here" moment with a lady's panties. sucked both the lady and panties were huge. kids LOVE kicking a soccer ball against the exterior of my apartment. the GET OFF MY LAWN thing is not there, since it isnt my lawn. i quit caring, kids are fun. there is a tiny cute blonde girl i nicknamed the God-Father. she runs the tiny boys around with the efficiency of a drug cartel kingpin. across the way is a man living in total pain. he is HIV positive and has nerve pain full time. he came up hard in the 60's as a drag queen make up artist. he limps around the place tending to his contraband garden he is growing. apartment management looks the other way. he even clipped a bush into a giant heart shape. there is a cute young lady named MERCEDES. yup, like the car...she is smart and total party girl. she came running up with a girl wearing a tiny suede mini skirt and introduced herself. they were both carrying a 12 pack of micro brew. i can only imagine the shenanigans going on in that apartment. the sad thing; there is some domestic violence going on..slaps, cussing. sheriff rolls up and nothing happens. it is amazing watching the fighting pair reunite against the new threat..the sheriff. glad i didnt go with the LEO route. there is one young dude. brand new BMW m-something and zero apartment furniture. his priorities are fantastic.
the other night i made a braise tomato risotto, and some slow cooked goat mole. i invited a pro-chef/cook living in the complex over to join us since i she said her dinner was going to be Cheetos. i learned that being a line-cook SUCKS. the pay is tiny. she can barely keep the lights on. i know the place she works and it is a pinky out, tea drinking place. high end white table cloth stuff. she said only the head-chef makes money..and maybe the sous. she is hoping for a promotion to Sous-chef. crazy looking into the inner workings of a restaurant. that $150 price fixed menu doesnt appear to trickle down that far.
i cant wait to move
