It's Monday,
and I'm back at my parents' place,
in the same place I used to sit as a kid for years and years,
with the windows to my right opening up
to a view of the endless forest outside,
a vast ocean of lush green.
My mind's in a haze.
It's hard to articulate my thoughts,
to find the words.
Hell, it's even hard to visualize simple designs
for Threadless, which I sometimes do when I've got a bit of time to think.
Things are looking up.
Jenia and I have moved back in with my parents,
and we'll be staying here for a while, I reckon.
It'll give us the opportunity to save up for a place of our own.
No more worries about landlords entering without permission,
having to catch them by setting up cameras.
No more worrying about thieves.
There is one more thing to do, however,
On the day we moved out (although our lease lasts until the end of Nov),
I left my HTC Mozart there as a camera,
to capture what would surely be another intrusion by that fat old fuck.
And this time, he would know that I know what he'd been up to.
And now, he is avoiding me,
not replying to my message to meet up.
I'm not particularly worried about him per se,
but he might have his dumbass sons at the ready,
when I come by to pick up my phone and confront him.
Might get a police escort just to make sure
I won't have to beat the shit out of them.
I'm tired.
Very tired.
Well enough of that
