Fla Flash
05-22-2002, 12:19 PM
I live in a place I nicknamed, appropriately "the Wacko Compound" about five years ago. This happened when a tenant (whom I shall refer to as "Crazy Larry") out of the blue shaved all his hair off. The landlady referred to him as a "wack job" and my imagination did the rest.
Anyway, there's 8 dwellings there (she owns the property, free and clear) and everyone of 'em is a lunatic. Me too, I guess for staying there. She shares the house with the Gobbler and they in turn rent a room out to Too Little, a guy seven years younger than me (who has recently had a relapse of his drinking problem but appears to be getting cleaned up again).
Next door to them are a couple who used to constantly beat the crap out of each other until she quit drinking. She only quit cause her liver was gonna blow.
On the backside of her side of the street, there's an older Vietnam vet we call El Cabra (spanish for goat). He's not all there himself. I figured that out the day I caught him trying to ride his bike while it was laying on it's side on the road. I asked him, "Where are you going?"
He looked up at me. "Laundromat"
"Not like that you ain't."
Next door to him is Snorlax. We call him that cause he's on the hefty side (around 220) and only about 5' 5". All he does is sleep, eat, and watch TV. He's actually a nice guy, and he makes me feel like I've got a life.
On my side of the street, aside from me, is an auto mechanic who lives with his mom. He's 36. He had a girl living with him for a while. I noticed her for the first time and asked the Gobbler, "Who's the girl?"
He rolled his eyes. "She's living with him."
I raised an eyebrow. "She can't be-"
The Gobbler grabbed his car keys. "Hold that thought. I've got to make a quick run. I promised him (the mechanic) I'd do him a favor."
"Like what?"
"Take her to school."
"What, Hairdressing school, college?" I asked, hoping for the best.
"High School."
Needless to say I got about six weeks of comedic material out of that. She finally left about 4 weeks ago. Everytime the guy comes home late, I tell the Gobbler he's been by the high school- trolling.
Then there's me. I live about a hundred yards into the woods in a nice shady area with my four cats, my somewhat tame opossum (Stinky) and an occaisonal rabbit. (They're a little leery of the cats). I'm in a singlewide mobile home and I love it. I very rarely get visitors and I kind of like that. It makes it easy to write.
But like I said, I'm not balanced any better than the rest.
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Anyway, there's 8 dwellings there (she owns the property, free and clear) and everyone of 'em is a lunatic. Me too, I guess for staying there. She shares the house with the Gobbler and they in turn rent a room out to Too Little, a guy seven years younger than me (who has recently had a relapse of his drinking problem but appears to be getting cleaned up again).
Next door to them are a couple who used to constantly beat the crap out of each other until she quit drinking. She only quit cause her liver was gonna blow.
On the backside of her side of the street, there's an older Vietnam vet we call El Cabra (spanish for goat). He's not all there himself. I figured that out the day I caught him trying to ride his bike while it was laying on it's side on the road. I asked him, "Where are you going?"
He looked up at me. "Laundromat"
"Not like that you ain't."
Next door to him is Snorlax. We call him that cause he's on the hefty side (around 220) and only about 5' 5". All he does is sleep, eat, and watch TV. He's actually a nice guy, and he makes me feel like I've got a life.
On my side of the street, aside from me, is an auto mechanic who lives with his mom. He's 36. He had a girl living with him for a while. I noticed her for the first time and asked the Gobbler, "Who's the girl?"
He rolled his eyes. "She's living with him."
I raised an eyebrow. "She can't be-"
The Gobbler grabbed his car keys. "Hold that thought. I've got to make a quick run. I promised him (the mechanic) I'd do him a favor."
"Like what?"
"Take her to school."
"What, Hairdressing school, college?" I asked, hoping for the best.
"High School."
Needless to say I got about six weeks of comedic material out of that. She finally left about 4 weeks ago. Everytime the guy comes home late, I tell the Gobbler he's been by the high school- trolling.
Then there's me. I live about a hundred yards into the woods in a nice shady area with my four cats, my somewhat tame opossum (Stinky) and an occaisonal rabbit. (They're a little leery of the cats). I'm in a singlewide mobile home and I love it. I very rarely get visitors and I kind of like that. It makes it easy to write.
But like I said, I'm not balanced any better than the rest.
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