I love my current housing but speculate I will have to move. On the one hand there's the legend of John Holmes with skid row heights. On the other hand there's the neighbor with dead cars made enemy of the state.

 I have a PTSD tic of thinking I am turning into a neighbor. I have had this tic for at least almost a decade. Factoring things I place my parents & their marriage as a higher priority than anything else. Am I a victim of healthcare or did that rescue me?

What all is really possible? What is the best decision to make? Was I wrong about Mccain or Cao? Don't I have orders to obey as best as possible?

I speculate this isn't my last house due to my non negotiables. It could be worse to quote myself though. Is the adventure out of reach? Is John Holmes inaccessible essentially?

I look at the neighbors and already see myself outcast. Again and again. Which is it gonna be? It seems like no matter what I keep losing the political enemy.



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