So what if I did move to Baltimore? Id adopt two more dogs of the terrier (protective) persuasion, place a bit of decorative razor wire around the basement windows and back gallery, et voilà, my home would be my muse. My fortified muse... close to the water, in the heart of the city, great public transit with an amazing view and lots of green space thanks to all the torn-down vacants. Look at this place! Interior brick wall painted white! A claw-foot tub! Wood floors! Original architectural features! Having been all over Baltimore, I especially love Druid Hill. Its a beautiful and spooky place... grand old homes like dowagers draped in lacy ivy, decaying mansions with Poe-like turrets and vacant eyes... and the quality of the light is indescribably beautiful. A glance in any direction fills your visual field to the point of saturation. Okay, okay, so the crime report for my muse-home dream-homes neighborhood describes a trio of shootings, a cutting or six, a handful of auto burglaries (not an issue for yours truly)... but crime does not scare me. Spending my golden years in Austin does scare me. And just think, if some medical miracle (such things do happen) could get me comfortable and more mobile, I could grow old and cantankerous as a cussin and fussin hot walker at Pimlico (stable employee license perhaps under an assumed name, lest an Assmassassin figure out who I am). *** Teresa Williams my dearest dear one, it was great to see you today, my dearest darling friend. Remember the night we did the drive-by after I moved out, and Satan had barricaded himself back into the Former Marital Mansion? Remember the SIGHN he posted on the front door right there in the heart of suburbutopia? Remember how PISSED he was when the court took away his guns???
Posted on: Fri, 15 Aug 2014 00:24:55 +0000
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