Just before going to pick-up my sister from school, I stopped by the old home to grab some left over objects. On the way out of the house, there, on the doorstep, was a perfectly good five dollar bill. The wind must have blown it across the whole complex.
I think the old home is trying to bribe me to stay.
In a way, I see its point. I’m sitting here on my bed (a mattress on the dirty floor) in front of my computer (which is sitting on a chair) listening to Tears For Fears – “Mad World” and staring at the bare ceiling, half-done drywall, mounts of dirt, and dirty carpet; and I’m left wondering “how long will it be until this place is worth it.” Oh well, song’s done — hit repeat.