April Fools!

Ha ha ha! Gotcha! I wasn't gone at all! Just an April Foolio's gag. Here I am. I'm back. Sort of. I'm on Double O's computer. I'm hardly ever this deep into his duplex of despondency, but today is a little different. Julie is out of the house at her Book Club meeting. Can you believe it? I think that it's great she gets out.

So. What's the big mystery? Where have I been these last several weeks? 17 days ago I moved out of the Romanzof Half. Didn't say goodbye, nothing. Packed up and moved into a three bedroom duplex off Arctic and 70th. Tony, Double O's old roommate, lives there with his girlfriend, Tiffany, and Tiffany's daughter, Hannah. Also, another guy, Paul, lives there. I have been sleeping on an air mattress in one of the rooms. Every night, ZZ is there with me. She is the chick, and no, she ain't got me by the balls. She's got me by my Everything. All my time has gone to her.

I'm sorry for not blogging. Had I continued, we'd be up to Leroy's Part 196 or something by now. You have no idea. I've been through hell and heaven with all the new people I've become friends with. I've been to the emergency room for myself and with ZZ for several different things. There are more stories that will probably never be written down than I can remember. What happened last night (Midnight showing of SIN CITY at Totem Theater, and lots of weird moments at Denny's, twice, and Leroy's and people getting two inch holes put into their breasts and.... that was yesterday) feels like a month ago. The computer at Tiffany and Tony's is upstairs. Someone is always on it, internet or games. There are always people on the couch in the living room eating moldy bread that I threw away that they pulled out of the trash. I am made to feel very unwelcome there. For the first time since I've known Tiffany she's turned into a controling bitch. I can't stand her evil glares or her silent treatment or her $350 per/mo rent demand on the tiny room I've squirled away my possessions in. I hate it there and only sleep there. I go "home," sleep, shower, leave, repeat. That is why I haven't used their computer to blog.

Eddie. I know you were trying to call a few weeks ago. I feel terrible that I haven't called you back.

Double O has re-opened an invitation for me to stay with him, but Julie closed it because her neighbors are having some remodeling done to thier house so the husband, wife, and three children will be moving into the other half of the duplex with Double O, Julie, and Lissy. Math time people. That's 8 people, half adults, half children, living in an extremely messy 3 bedroom duplex. You remember the way their apartment looked on GHill, right? It's the same now as it was then. I've never seen it clean here. Anyway.

I put my two weeks notice in at the Sportsmen's Warehouse. I'm feeling wrung out there. There are several jobs at NAC that I could be getting soon. They all pay more and with better benifits. It looks like ZZ will be getting a serving job at the Village Inn on Spenard. If we both get the jobs, we're planning on getting an apartment together.

But, only an hour ago, sitting in my car outside of Double O's place, (waiting for Julie to leave) we discussed how much it would cost to drive to Osage, Iowa from Anchorage, AlAskA... one way.

I'm going crazy and I know it. So. You don't have to dig too hard.
Also. I'm happy.

Eddie, how's the wrist?

Peace and Love,
Mungo