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| Some real potential there. Hmn. |
Earl from Pistrolia.
The basic premise is that I need a place to live, one
where I can smoke, have a cat and live comfortably. I need to be able to handle
the cost on a fixed budget, and moving to another town to save a hundred bucks
a month on rent makes no sense at all.
I say that because there is a nice one bedroom townhouse in Thedford, Ontario for a measly $490.00 month! That's about forty-five miles from here, much of it on two-lane secondary roads. (Whatever.)
Even so, I need to be able to ride my bike back and forth to my brother's place, and my sister's place, and things like that. It seems unlikely that I can keep my vehicle on the road much past the end of summer when the insurance, license sticker and my own license come due.
Oh, yeah, I got a kid, too.
I get her on weekends.
In the free big-name online classifieds, there are 103 one-bedroom apartments available in the area, ranging from a low of about $450.00 a month plus utilities, to a high end range of over a thousand a month. Again, I don't want to move to Brigden, where they don't even have a grocery store, and all of the other cost/transportation factors come into play. The 'one bedroom+den' page is blank even though the main page says five items are on it. Two bedrooms would be nice. One prime consideration is a ground floor unit, or a private/separate entrance. I say this because of the cat. I'm not giving up my cat! Which I haven’t even got yet although several people have made offers to give me a fucking cat. This also brings us to the question, (a five-hundred dollar question,) of getting him fixed so he doesn't spray piss and puss and musk all over the place.
So far I have eliminated ten or twelve of them with a quick jog-past in my new black tights and blaze-orange plastic vest.
I have a couple of small bills to pay, and it would sure be nice to get some groceries in here, just to keep me in a holding pattern for a bit longer. So I will essentially be fast-talking my way into a place with a one-month rent deposit, and hopefully that is considered the last month's rent, so then I can pay the first month's rent prior to move-in. The day before, in other words, or maybe even the day in question. Assuming I can find such a place.
Then, all I need to worry about is security deposits on electricity, internet hook-up and maybe a phone, although phone and cable TV aren't my highest telecommunications priorities right now.
At some point, I need to get all my stuff, much of which is heavy and bulky, into my alleged new 'home.'
When I called the housing authority in April, I was told that my name won't come up for geared-to-income housing until September. Originally, I was told 'May or June,' but that's just my tough luck. So I’m fucked, in other words.
They also said, 'Let us know how to get in touch with you.'
I say that because there is a nice one bedroom townhouse in Thedford, Ontario for a measly $490.00 month! That's about forty-five miles from here, much of it on two-lane secondary roads. (Whatever.)
Even so, I need to be able to ride my bike back and forth to my brother's place, and my sister's place, and things like that. It seems unlikely that I can keep my vehicle on the road much past the end of summer when the insurance, license sticker and my own license come due.
Oh, yeah, I got a kid, too.
I get her on weekends.
In the free big-name online classifieds, there are 103 one-bedroom apartments available in the area, ranging from a low of about $450.00 a month plus utilities, to a high end range of over a thousand a month. Again, I don't want to move to Brigden, where they don't even have a grocery store, and all of the other cost/transportation factors come into play. The 'one bedroom+den' page is blank even though the main page says five items are on it. Two bedrooms would be nice. One prime consideration is a ground floor unit, or a private/separate entrance. I say this because of the cat. I'm not giving up my cat! Which I haven’t even got yet although several people have made offers to give me a fucking cat. This also brings us to the question, (a five-hundred dollar question,) of getting him fixed so he doesn't spray piss and puss and musk all over the place.
So far I have eliminated ten or twelve of them with a quick jog-past in my new black tights and blaze-orange plastic vest.
I have a couple of small bills to pay, and it would sure be nice to get some groceries in here, just to keep me in a holding pattern for a bit longer. So I will essentially be fast-talking my way into a place with a one-month rent deposit, and hopefully that is considered the last month's rent, so then I can pay the first month's rent prior to move-in. The day before, in other words, or maybe even the day in question. Assuming I can find such a place.
Then, all I need to worry about is security deposits on electricity, internet hook-up and maybe a phone, although phone and cable TV aren't my highest telecommunications priorities right now.
At some point, I need to get all my stuff, much of which is heavy and bulky, into my alleged new 'home.'
When I called the housing authority in April, I was told that my name won't come up for geared-to-income housing until September. Originally, I was told 'May or June,' but that's just my tough luck. So I’m fucked, in other words.
They also said, 'Let us know how to get in touch with you.'
Yeah, you want to reach out and touch me…
I don't have time for you.
I’m always on the run.
Note: This was written by Earl in Pistrolia and
submitted through the hole in the big old oak tree behind the Paranoid Club. *
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| Hi, I'm Earl. From Pistrolia. |
Thank you for reading.
* which is on Kirkfuckstick Street.
