Back in February I decided it was better to move from my apartment building of 14 years than to drive my car into the Manager couple's wall mounted air-conditioner in the alley at 30 or 40 MPH around 3 in the morning and turning it into a deadly schrappnel bomb flying about the room, killing anything in it's path. No shit, I was seriously considering doing this sort of thing because the landlord/tenant dispute had gotten that bad over the past year. I ended up finding a suitable apartment just 7 blocks over and moved in without having to pay a deposit because I had good credit and passed the background check with flying colors. Charo adjusted pretty well to the new place and the neighbors all like her. I even have a balcony now. The move was a pain in the butt because I did not want the manager to know what was going on, but she just stayed inside and went on a 4 day drunk so I did'nt have to soil my Louisville Slugger with her skanky blood.
It took most of Feb just getting settled in and figuring out the best furniture arrangements and crap. Work started picking up in March and I was able to start building my bank account back up to where it was before the move. Then comes March 11, when I am just getting ready to leave a McDonald's after having lunch and this cute little Samoan girl with no drivers license does a Starsky and Hutch right into the back of my Supra while driving her mom's car. She confessed to having no license before the cops got there, so I played it cool and when the cop never asked to see her license, I waited until he handed me the report and drove away to hold this over her. She did not want to go to jail, and I just wanted compensation so basically, her daddy bought what was left of my car for $800 bucks. I then went to my bank and asked for a credit report to see how much I could get on a new car loan. The guy at the bank gave me a pass to get into a special Distress Sale that was getting set up at Tropicana Field in the baseball dome. It was chock full of repo's and default automobiles. If the cars were'nt sold that weekend, they would have to go to auction and the banks and car lot would lose their ass on it all. That all said, I am now the proud new owner of a 2002 Ford Ranger.
Everything worked out well for me in the end. I finally got back online today and browsed over the board to see what all I missed. Nothing much has changed, just that Patriot is using the same avatar as Dr. Frank'nFurter, whom I noticed has'nt been around since late December. Maybe he is hiding from Van Helsing or something. Well anyway, I'm glad to be back and go ahead and send me an e-mail. (No dirty pictures though, we don't wanna start that up again now do we?)
