Me, dad, and my brother are handling this shed thing kind of hard
Our condo association wants the shed in our backyard gone, dad doesn't want to remove it, but make it nicer to look at, it's a goddamn mess back there, and i was wrong when i posted about this a while ago, they won't remove it if we don't, there'd be legal action.
Well dad is a mess, a wreck, having all this on his shoulders and being 80 yrs old with poor health, and he's going to the management place with some documents tomorrow to see if they're ok with his plans on just making things look better instead of getting rid of the shed.
I need to get this out of my system, but my feeling is come what may have a good time now, and later if this happens we get evicted get, and since
even regular things are difficult, a real difficult situation would ruin us, i'd in those fateful moments in the ruins say,
I had some good times, let it all end then,
life was too easy for me, if i can i'll strive under demonstrably tougher situations, but if not,
i had a good time, like June 25 to 26 2025, when i downed a whole 1.75L bottle of cheap whiskey and partook like a regular human being on a website full of people going through their own things which i take interest in, and live through vicariously.
And in a swirling dream of memories in that future hypothetical state i'd lean back, sigh and be carted off by the guys in white lab coats, to a padded cell where i unbeknownst to the wherewithal, keep thinking of things like what is happening now, and the now then will for me be as if nothing.
Well dad is a mess, a wreck, having all this on his shoulders and being 80 yrs old with poor health, and he's going to the management place with some documents tomorrow to see if they're ok with his plans on just making things look better instead of getting rid of the shed.
I need to get this out of my system, but my feeling is come what may have a good time now, and later if this happens we get evicted get, and since
even regular things are difficult, a real difficult situation would ruin us, i'd in those fateful moments in the ruins say,
I had some good times, let it all end then,
life was too easy for me, if i can i'll strive under demonstrably tougher situations, but if not,
i had a good time, like June 25 to 26 2025, when i downed a whole 1.75L bottle of cheap whiskey and partook like a regular human being on a website full of people going through their own things which i take interest in, and live through vicariously.
And in a swirling dream of memories in that future hypothetical state i'd lean back, sigh and be carted off by the guys in white lab coats, to a padded cell where i unbeknownst to the wherewithal, keep thinking of things like what is happening now, and the now then will for me be as if nothing.
46-50, M
