Where I live is like no other. I swear it is a retirement home for the criminally insane. As I finished my previous article I went to the bathroom, but unknowingly another person was using the bathroom whom will remain
anonymous. Meanwhile another is in the living room watching Bigfoot programs on
maximum volume. I ask if anyone ever goes to sleep in this God forsaken place... The answer erupted a hail storm of who's and what's. Utter confusion and delusional rants to which I ignored as I drank the last of the good water,,, Don't ever drink the bad... You may ask how one can tell. All you got to do is smell it. But the good water actually comes in water jugs although it is not fresh, bought, or new, unless one considers someone
elses tap water new. Here in
nowhere's-ville where the retired vampires dwell we only use well water. From what well... Well, that's a story for another day. Maybe I'll tell you the one about the P
og (half man, half dog) or the one about the man faced goat in
Africa that the villagers burned...
My time here is short so I say farewell. may your nights fill with sleep and your eyes not feel the gnarled winds of winter as mine do. Through the walls and across the floor which mice scamper, but not anymore. I think the cold killed them.
May my heater heat the room and not lay fire to my sheets as I see the sparks serenade me to sleep. This is my lullaby each and every night.
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