You may have noticed that I wrote a GF every day of this week. I felt a little nostalgic for the way I used to do these, and I wanted to see if I still had it in me to do one every night. I do, but I got a little tired of it by midweek, so I'm probably not going back to that release schedule. It felt nice for a while, but it cut drastically into time to write other stuff, stuff I might actually get paid for at some point, so I think next week it'll be back to two a week. Maybe three every once in a while.
In the meantime, I found out why my rent went up so much. It turns out that we have new owners here. When I go in to discuss my lease renewal, I desperately hope they don't say, hey, we need to run your credit score. If they do, they're going to discover that it lives in the toilet, right down there in the flush hole. And if that happens, I'll be homeless in time for my 48th birthday.
And this time, there is nowhere else I can go. At least I have a plan, though, and a plan that doesn't hurt too badly. It would suck to live in my car, but if I also manage to keep my job, I'll have a lot of money coming in and not a lot of expenses. I would have two monthly bills: my car payments and my car insurance. I won't have a phone bill because fuck Verizon. I'm getting a burner if that happens.
Well, I'll have three bills, because I'll also need to get another storage unit for long enough to sell my stuff. The only weak point of my plan is that I'll need movers to take my stuff out of here, and I can't afford that. At least not for now.
I hope I don't need the plan, but my head's in a much better place because I have it. It would be nice if the new owners don't run my credit score, and they don't raise the rent next year. If luck favors me, then I can kick this problem down the road for another year. It would solve the problem, but it will buy me more time to come up with a better solution.
I don't want to leave this place. I love living in DeKalb. For all the problems I've run into, it's really a good place to live. I've enjoyed calling it home, and I hope I don't have to stop doing that.
One other thing. You know how much of an alcoholic I am? I heard earlier this week that Schlitz is being discontinued, and my first thought was, oh shit, I gotta get a case. I'll never get to have Schlitz again. Even though Schlitz was far from my favorite beer. It didn't even kick in until I'd already picked up a pen to write a reminder to get that case at my earliest convenience that, wait a minute, I'm an alcoholic. I haven't had a drink in almost four years.
And then I felt regret. Dammit. Schlitz is going into the ground, and I can't even have one last can.
I had some good times on Schlitz. I remember during one camping trip drinking Wild Turkey 101 from the bottle and chasing it with Schlitz after Schlitz after Schlitz. I passed out early near the campfire, and what woke me up? What felt like about a gallon of beer going directly up my nose. I sat up fast, and it made me puke my guts out for a good long time. What had happened? Two of my friends were shotgunning beers next to me, and the knife one of them used went all the way through the can, spilling its contents into me. What had they been drinking? Schlitz.
Strat's served Schlitz once upon a time! Whenever I ate dinner there, I usually had a Schlitz to go with it. They had to stop serving beer when the car shows they regularly hosted got too rowdy. I remember having dinner with a friend of mine there. She and I were DUI buddies. Because of that, we couldn't drive, so we sat there, talking about a book she wanted to design, drinking Schlitz after Schlitz after sneaking off to the bathroom with my flask. The fight outside that night got so bad the cops had to break it up. Being drunk in public with about a half-dozen cops around didn't do much for us, so Strat's let us call a cab (neither of us had cell phones back then), and we got out of there.
I woke up feeling hungover today, which is weird because I haven't had a drink in years. It's so unfair. So yeah, I've been thinking about the booze a bit today.
RIP Schlitz.
No comments:
Post a Comment