To get me to comfortably move out of the apartment I live in now it would take a few requirements.
A parking space.
I don’t drive now.
But I intend to.
Something with a tiny garage or garage like opening would be amazing, so I could wrench around and fix things on whatever beast of a burden I pick as my personal ego shield against the rest of the commuters of this fair fair fair fair fair city. Picking a suitable shield as a brand to show my personality through steal and plastic and carbon footprint has taken some time for me. The runners up are; an old loud gross comma careless truck, an old loud gross comma careless jeep, an old loud gross comma careless mopar, or a fancy old porsche. insurance? who the fuck cares. I hit what I want. You? Sure. Step in my path, mother fucker, I’ll scrape the insurance off of you. So, yeah, I’d need a garage to clean the insurance.
A better view.
This one is hard to top. My current view, especially illegally from the roof where the cell tower spreads its dangerous radio/micro/gamma rays on me but my god I can see everything. on a clear day)smog/dead dreams/etc/free(I can see san diego, I swear. I’m not even in the HILLS yet. just the start. like the Hi… part.
I’d need either a terribly perceptive view of downtowns skyscrapers majesty to put me in my place(AKA loft AKA cockroaches AKA expensive) or to be able to see the ocean. AKA doubtfull. Acronyms are so lame. LAME = LAME Ain’t an Mp3 Encoder
