what was that? is that all there is? who is this? this is it.

Happy Birthday to Trenton.

Another day older and deeper in debt.

---from my cheap studio apartment looking down on a small two bedroom house, a small $775,000.00 house that’s literally 40 feet away from me. Drinking my coffee, feeding my cats, wearing my shoes, breathing my air, asking myself how can that fucking house be worth that much? If I was eight hundred grand in-the-hole, how would I feel about living 40 feet from a janky apartment building with people looking down on me laughing at my folly? When will my apartment building go condo? Or when will it get torn down to make room for multi-unit luxury residential condos with off-street parking and street-level retail? When will I move to Everett, get a job in Redmond, buy a car and spend four hours of my day commuting to work? When will I wait 3 minutes at the office for an elevator to take me down to the parking garage so I can drive to the gym and ride the stairmaster for 3 minutes?

When? Where? Why?

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NEVER!

Never say "never." "Base to Peter." "This is Pete, go ahead." "What's your 20 right this moment?" "Ummmm, bad credit and a mortgage on 3rd?" "Straight to condo." "Copy that."

The shitty ranch houses in my boyhood stomping grounds were selling for a 1/4 million a couple years ago. The apartment in a shitty neighborhood that I used to buy dime bags of weed from in the late eighties is now a $100,000 condo but it's still a shitty neighborhood. Real estate, go figure

I'll take that mortgage.

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