Sooo....

I have been lucky, I moved into a house thats split into 3 parts. 1 part is a business that is only open from 9-5 monday-friday. The other unit was also a business, but because of the times, it closed. My landlords own the businesses, so it has worked out nice. I get the yard to myself, etc. Its like having a million dollar house but about 1/2 of it is haunted so you just dont go in those rooms.

Anyways, my neighboor said she was going to rent out the place of the old business and I really had no problem with it. The people moved in, and all is good. They look quite nice from my mini blinds, I can peek through the cracks (where the stitching is).

But then tonight I decided to smoke some weed, and be creative.

I fired up the mic, turned on the old garage band, and looked to my left out my office window and saw my neighbor and his wife sitting on their porch drinking wine.

Fuck me.

My windows have to be open because I have no central air. Something I never thought about till after I moved in. Burbank is fucking hot. Fuck them, I put on my headphones and was going to jam. I had wrote a song that I was going to use in some stupid un-thought of video of the future, but I couldn't do it.

I felt like I loss something today. The ability to be 100% creative. It hit me like a truck full of Joey Diaz's... I gotta move.

Not soon, not urgently, but I got to move. I have no idea how some people do it, how they throw themselves around boxes of people. I want a box thrown over the fence so I can yell and scream, and pee naked outside on to my tree that I have dazed at thinking about how a part of me was inside that tree.. im the tree.. you are my child.. take my urine and become STRONG!

What the fuck... nevermind, I just checked craigslist, too expensive... I have a good "deal"