dumb

so it was a nice and shiny day, prolllllly about noon when my world was changed.

pack yer bags, we're movin to montana.

what? why?

(i had just come from new york, i seen the five boroughs, i wanted to visit queens again.)

no. im not doin it.

you dont got a choice

kill that nonsense. give me your keys.

no.

im not fighting with you, this isnt a struggle.

abuse dictates no choice?

and i hated it. i didnt want to leave my apartment. the nooks and crannies and oddities ive come to appreciate.

ying, the newspaper salesmen...Walter the alcoholic carpenter who wasnt home much, and when he was he was LO UD.
patrick, the boy who worked at the grocerer and just got out of college.

im not moving.

but shit, we did.

or so i thought.