It's right across the street from the place I lived at a year ago. Nice little place with a house in front, and duplex in the rear. I took the lower unit cuz i don't want to hall crap upstairs. And I'm right back across from that, for the most part, dope ass park. Swifty is going to be super-stoked.
Here is a picture from the place I used to live, a year ago. Now I live on the street across from this park. And the place has a little yard behind the house, and in front of my place.
This also means that I'm much closer to Easy Jesus II. We'll probably run into each other at the Albertsons often.
Since Billy beat me to the refrigerator remark i will throw in with... Are the triangle of safety instructions properly displayed by the entrance?
It shall be. It may be required in this new place. And that black dude that I knocked the fuck out at the Rec center a couple of years better watch the fuck out.
God I wish. Can't wait until I hit 55 years old, then I can score a sweet apartment. I had to take my Dad's dog for him, Swifty the 6 lb dog. The place I'm living found him, and told me that "poicy says no dogs". So I had to find a new place to live. That's the one. I bet that kid is a lot bigger now.