Monday, July 7, 2008
the creative environment
Not all my neighbors are bad. Just that twisted sicko next door who leaves wallboard outside in the rain, yells at my dog, won’t cut his grass and lets the rain pour into his shed through the bad roof (parts of which blew into my yard not long ago). Somehow when you put it all together like that it makes him out to look worse than he is. I know he has a job and pays his bills. I see the electricity working. It's a bad environment for me. What happened to my quiet enjoyment? Why do jerks find me?