Someday

Someday, someday, maybe, I hope I hope I hope . . .

I’ll be back in El Cajon (NOT the exact same apartment - I’m still bitter about being told that mine was significantly hotter the day before I moved out)

with a safe comfy bed full of pillows

and a giant smrt teevee attached to the wall

and just barely enough room for a cute little desk so I can finally get some serious writing done

Plus, Food4Less will be only a short walk away,

and Silva’s Tacos will be an even shorter walk away,

and as long as I can afford it I can easily have weed delivered to the front gate!





And if Frankie ever tries to contact me ever again, I’ll remember 2024 and say, “Sulfur burns and fire cleanses; Nothing evil may stay here”