Okay, so fair is fair. I seem to have acquired some privilege here since joining the press corps. A regular place to live, stipend enough and for some reason, I have the luck, privilege and honor of the company of two hotties.

Hi

Yeah, okay. Hi. Nice.

But as of the moment we are in the middle of an argument. There is something that these two паненкі either do not want to know, feel they are not allowed to know or just don’t have any rights whatsoever, right?

Exactamundo.

He thought there was gold on the streets of Miami and he came here to see if he could pick some up. No one got excited when things started popping and nobody even bothered to look. One two three four we ain’t got no dad no more and he ain’t got no money and that’s all we got, sunny, in beautiful sunny Miami.

Okay, okay. That’s from another project. Be cool.

I like reading your stuff.

Why else would you even be here?

I like this one. Bangala bungalow.

You keep reading and I’ll keep writing, okay? Don’t even answer that. What I’m trying to say is when they ask me why this isn’t Paradise, it’s that it would be except for our neighbors. And right now our neighbors are just in our faces. It’s this time of year and just… they just make so much noise.

I’m not talking about the noises that people make when they are in the process of living. Human beings have over the millennia developed the capacity of speech. Of course we talk to each other. We talk to each other all the time. When your neighbors, you talk to each other.

You’re not talking about those noises. We’re talking about the death factory noises. They are production maniacs. Our people are a little quieter, we prefer things a little simpler. We don’t need so much flash or color. Something nice is fine. Sometimes just a hug or a hello and 5 minutes is enough.

But they fight this urge. And they fight it with this constant production. All production comes with pollution of all kinds. Look at this circus that they require to live their lives and how much ecological damage they cause with all of this extra nervous need. They are spastic hysterics and they believe only spastic Hysteria and the complete destruction of every living thing that comes close to them makes them reasonable neighbors. How would anyone anywhere consider them to be good papers.

Okay. Fair is fair. Before he mentioned it to us, we had never thought of it before. And then we could understand it because we really noticed it. Usually in town, it’s always there so you don’t even think about it. But when you go out to the country where it’s not poisoned all the time, you really notice it when someone is poisoning how beautiful nature is.

And for that, exactly for that, he now finds he can’t really enjoy anything anymore. Just one consequential step after another and now everything is irreparably poisoned simply by the fortunate good luck to move in next to my neighbors. Did I get that right?

I hear people say that women are not smart. But you guys seem to be the smartest people I know right now.

Well how about that!

Fuck it, I’m in love…