1525 Branch Manager.


John has chosen the path of peace. If Reggie knows him I think it’s fair to say that John knows him now too. Maybe things don’t have to be terrible all the time.

My allergies have just been unbearable the last couple of days. It really aggravates me because it makes me slower at everything. We even got a little rain but it didn’t help. It also looks like tomorrow may be stormy to the point it could get bad. I really hate that because I can’t settle in and work the way I like. Houses really should be made to withstand the worst conditions possible in a given area. Earthquakes in California, for example, and tornados in the Midwest. If we’d just make out houses into Hobbit holes we’d save ourselves so much trouble. That’s how wealthy I want to be. Enough so I can live in a house without ever having to worry about the fucking weather.
When I was a kid we lived in a house with a partially finished basement and I lived in it. It was great because no matter how bad the weather got all my stuff was relatively safe underground with me. In our house now there’s radom in the basement and it’s not finished. Also it’s got some kind of dust or mold, or something, that makes me have breathing issues. Sometimes I can go down there and be fine and other times I spend an hour after trying to breath properly. There is a fan that sucks out the radon, supposedly, but I honestly don’t trust the people who put it in. Workmanship out here is terrible. Although I’m not sure I’ve ever lived someplace where builders took their jobs seriously. The wiring in the house is clearly wrong. You can’t turn certain lights on in conjunction. I can smell ozone when some are turned on. If tornados doesn’t get me an electrical fire will eventually. I wonder if I finished the basement if the dust/mold thing would be fixed. I know it sounds shallow, but I put a lot of effort into gathering my stuff. It would be bullshit if it got scattered to the literal winds. I couls replace some of it, but the out of print book would be a terrible loss.

Man, I have so much stuff I need to fix. Just my truck has got to be around 2k… It’s gonna take so long to save up that much money. One of the headlights got smashed, the windshield is cracked, I’m pretty sure there’s a hole in the gas tank. The wipers don’t work right. I’m lucky that the engine still engines, really. I bet I could buy another truck for what it would cost to fix mine. GUUUUUUUUUUH. I bought two repair manuals so I can do the easy stuff myself when I’m feeling better, but man. Ford needs to make a car everyone can afford to drive and repair again.

I think I’m almost well enough to start selling stuff on ebay again. I can go on short outings on my own without needing someone to drive me. As long as I pay attention to the temperature I can get there and back well enough to resume the purging of superfluous things. I wonder what I should do about my old comics. They can’t possibly be worth anything much. Shipping them would be expensive too. what do people do with old comics these days? Do you guys know? Are comics shops even a thing anymore? I haven’t seen one in a decade at least.