The bastard's first weakend home wasn't nearly as emotional nor gut wrenching as he thought it would be.
I came home…
The power and heat were on…
We ordered pizza…
I drank whiskey…
All was right with the world.
But tonight I looked at the lack of lighting in the building across the street from us is and I see that finally have people in to work on a building that will be out of commission for the next 6 months and I think…
We also almost moved there…
Thank god we didn't.
It was merely a quirk of waiting for our buyer to get her shit together and we could have moved to a beautiful 2 bedroom…
Two terrace duplex…
With a parking spot…
That won't have electricity for the next 6 months.
And while I feel I'll miss those chuckleheads who have a retractable tv screen on their roof terrace that prompts them to shout whenever tha Yankees score…
I feel fortunate at how events turned out.
Dodged a damn bullet…
—the bastard
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