Ramblings of an Old Man

I don't even like looking out my windows anymore...

We have some crazy people wandering around here at night; just seems like that along towards evening all the pimps, and drug pushers come out, this place changes 100% as darkness falls.

I don't even like looking out my windows anymore...

The 'New Owners' live in Los Angeles, new manager lives all the way over in Dallas, new asst. manager lives in Oak Cliff and the maintenance men live in Mesquite, not one staff member stays within fifty miles of here after dark.

I don't even like looking out my windows anymore...

All my friends are leaving, there are only five of us left here who have been here in the complex over six years; and three of the five who are left are in the process of moving away. I can sit here and watch one loading right now, soon all my friends will be gone.

I don't even like looking out my windows anymore...

My gawd! I am sitting here watching another drug deal go down in the parking lot as we speak, only way to get away from this mess is to close my blinds. Right now in the last Townhouse behind me a rather large family is moving in, the lady must have five or six tow-headed kids, no husband or man around, and on welfare, yes it is getting worse on the children too, having to live in a place like this.

I don't even like looking out my windows anymore...

The old owner and his 'professional' management took advantage, by filling the place with new renters without any background checks, and primarily to low-income renters on welfare. On the books the property was full, which made it easier to dump on the market for a profit, but it has now been turned into a cesspool and no one cares. The new owners will be years in correcting these conditions.

I don't even like looking out my windows anymore...

February will be my last month here even if I have to go walk-about in the wild country, but then I have said that every winter for the past ten years. But how can I continue to take life in this place; certainly not when day after day, any day of the week, when night time comes it belongs to the trash.

I don't even like looking out my windows anymore...

I don't think I will plant my flowers this year; maybe I'll just take the planters down and empty the soil into the flower bed, have them ready to move. But to move them I will first have to empty them and un-bolt them from the fence, I beat those theives with that trick! Signs of the times, bolted down flower pots.

I don't even like looking out my windows anymore...

Wish I could move to Abilene if I stay in Texas, but since I am just dreaming, I really wish I could move to Montana. Buy fruits and veggies fresh from the farmer's market, have chickens and a goat, do a lot of fishing. Well I can dream can't I? Better to just dream of the Texas Gulf Coast...

I don't even like looking out my windows anymore...

Maybe I will hit the Lotto. Buy a run-down old farm and restore the place, and move all the snakes and varmints out. Sure wish there were some way to move the snakes and varmints out of this place. I just keep dreaming... South Texas is cheaper than North Texas, I could turn into a prune staying in the water all the time.....


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