My Awesome Bachelor Pad #3 (The New Place)

Was I manic? Why is my place clean? I just noticed and had to take pictures, because after being at my dad’s dump of a house for dinner, this place looks like the Hilton.




Walk was on the goals board today.

So, I went for a walk and I think I got revved at and shouted at by a jerk, but I’m not sure because this is my home town and it’s a peaceful country town. I also just came out in artwork (why not Wednesday), but it’s funny, because my family (or anybody) won’t even read this blog and I’m in the closet like an iron dungeon. I tried to come out once, just for the thought of it, and I did six months in Richard Young Acute Behavioral Unit.





Like it or leave it? This ^^^ (my old place <<< or this?) I can’t decide whether to trade my dad’s corporation for a computer… or work?


I also went for a walk out on dad’s land too. I saw some wild roses in full bloom. There was a little white piece of ripped tarp next to it, for whatever reason. I wrapped the plastic around the thorns and picked the roses. I put them on the spot by the lake where my mom left this world. I didn’t get any thorns in my hand. The lake is a bit higher in spring so I got my socks muddy. This just felt like something I had to do. I’d like to believe that it’s some kind of portal, for lack of a better word. I just don’t know. Who really knows when or what? I didn’t have my digital camera with me.

I shouldn’t say this, but I thought about putting spurge flowers on it too for the bad times, but think about the good times, you know? Some day I might afford some concrete, one bag at a time, to fill those tires like stepping stones.

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