The End Is Nigh . . . .

or is it? We won't know until we actually have money in hand. Meanwhile I've decided to make the hard decision - to give up the Revelator (aka the Monster Zero aka the Jinx aka the Olds). And the old GMC. The missus said I could take the proceeds from both sales and buy something else. So now I'm eye-balling an old Ford pickup with a flathead 8 under the hood or getting a late 40's or early 50's coupe. Yeah, I'm dreaming. But right now that's all I've got.

I cannnot wait to get moved in. I'm so sick and fucking tired of living like this. This whole in-between land. It gets old. Everything is constantly shifting and there are people you have to depend on that you don't trust. Just know this - you can be honest with someone, and while they might act earnest, it's not the same as honest.

But I have learned a lot of lessons this summer. I'll have to get into more of those at another time. However, there's one that I know too well now - only do what's best for you and your kin. Fuck everyone else.