I’m On The Forks Apts Waitlist

Oh, happy day. The Peninsula Housing Authority just notified me this week that my name was added to their waitlist. The wait, they claim, is between 6 months to 3 years, with preference given to the elderly, disabled, employment or schooling. Since I’m of the disabled flavor, my wait shouldn’t be too long.

In other news, I can’t wait to begin the 3rd and final act of my life. Hopefully, it’ll be trauma-free and bereft of all that crap I went through over the past 30/40 years. I don’t have any specific plan in place, though. The idea would be to just live as safely and quietly as possible, make no waves, visit a therapist every two weeks or so, stay on my HTN medication, and just…live. As far as making music again, I think that’s history. Every so often I feel like plucking the strings of an axe, but I know how I am. I can’t just pluck those strings in my bedroom; I have to do it on stage, so why bother? There is a place for live music in Forks. Hopefully, I don’t catch that bug again.

Barring a stroke or some other cataclysmic illness, I will be writing. I’ve gotta do something with the time I have left, right? Part of me would like to dip my toes into film making again. That’d be a hoot. I’m really stretching here, but I can see me making a small indie, most likely horror, up in Forks where I handle the duties of writing, editing and directing. That would necessitate me buying a new super computer and video cam which, from my research, would set me back about $6,000 for the whole shebang. We’ll see.

One last note. Small towns, villages, hamlets, etc are known for their safety. I’m hoping that Forks, being a small town even though it’s designated as a city, is pretty safe. I have been reading a lot lately about the proliferation of meth and heroin in America’s small towns, and I believe it. I spent just one night in Lodge Grass, a town of 950 people in eastern Montana, and learned the next day that meth had overpowered the town. I also just recently read that the Quileute Reservation near Forks, as well as other reservation in Washington, are where people go to get their drugs. Out of the necessity of survival, I can understand why natives sell drugs. Too bad there’s always a certain amount of violence that accompanies the drug trade. Who knows? Maybe some day they’ll all be legal, like in Portugal, and crime would decrease. Only Time Will Tell.

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