I knew where I lived wasn't the most glamorous of locales in San Antonio, but I didn't realize just how BAD my neighborhood was until last night when I was walking the dog.
Within a 10-minute time frame, I saw a transvestite, a "beast with two backs" (if you know your Shakespeare, you know exactly to what I refer), three prostitutes, and a four-kid crew stripping the wheels off a Beemer at the gas station next door. Then there's all the half-wild cats roaming around, making the whole apartment complex smell like a litter box badly in need of changing! I felt like I was in the middle of a Wierd Al Yankovic-esque version of "The 12 Days of Christmas". Hmmm, how would that go? Maybe something along the lines of:
While walking the doggy, what did my two eyes see? A transvestite dressed to party!
Walking faster with the doggy, what next appeared to me? Public nudity and a transvestite dressed to party!
I'm jogging with Ziggy and now what can it be? Three call-girls, public nudity and a transvestite dressed to party!
Now I'm dragging the doggy when suddenly I see: four gang-bangers, three call-girls, public nudity and a transvestite dressed to party!
I'm locking up the doors - but what's all that screaming? Five feral cats, four gang-bangers, three call-girls, public nudity and a transvestite dressed to party!
So, anyway, it's obvious that the minute my lease is up, I'm out of there. I don't want to buy a house, though, because the minute my dad "leaves this realm" if you know what I mean, I'm out of San Antonio. The economy is nice, but it just isn't worth it - for one thing it's too darn hot and dry. For another thing, it's too dirty. And lastly, I don't really have too many friends here. The only thing holding me here is the fact that my dad needs me (and the fact that Jamie inherits everything). I know, it's mercenary to say, and horrible to think about, but it's the truth. Warts and all, here I am. So, once Dad is beyond my help, Jamie and I will be moving. Hopefully by then I'll have my degree (maybe even my masters, too) and we'll leave Texas all together. Where we go from there just depends on where my career (or heart) will take me.