To be perfectly blunt with all of you, I was not enthused, nor enmoured, by the specter of moving my headquarters. It was a perfectly good spot, surrounded by murderers and thieves, hidden amongst the asinine absurdity that is Staten Island. My new locale is in the region of Princeton, NJ. My neighbors are not to be trusted and I am sure they’ve never been arrested for a felony crime.
After 3 years of intense searching, this seems to be the only place in the entire northeast region of the United Steaks that suits me.
The move went according to plan. I hired 7 movers and two 32 foot trucks to haul my shit. All of that, AND MORE, cost me under $3,500, including tip. That’s what I call money well spent.
Now that I’m here, I find myself obsessing over the smallest details, such as lack of a proper hose in the garage and lack of any hose spout or water supply in the backyard. WHO THE FUCK HAS A YARD WITHOUT A FUCKING HOSE IN THE BACKYARD? Plus, I have to paint the entire interior of the house over,install crown molding, paneling, have an electrician inspect, repair and install new systems, renovate 3 bathrooms, install new floors in all 6 bedrooms–just to name a few things that will be driving me nuts over the next 6 months.
Plus, for the fucking life of me, I cannot get this lawn irrigation system to work. And, there aren’t enough sprinklers in the ground.
My life was perfectly fine before this shit. I told Mrs. Fly “I don’t need this shit. I’m busy bowling on fuckers and generally winning all day long. Moving me from this shit hole is equal to tearing down Yankee Stadium. I’m the Babe Ruth of this bitch; don’t fuck with me.”
She just sort of scowled at me, declined my suggestion, then walked out.
I write to you all from my laptop, using my mobile hotspot, as this fuckhead of a house doesn’t have phone, cable or anything yet. Fuck, I’m practically living like a gentleman from the 18th century. I might as well pull out the old calash, attach some black steeds to it, and ride into the night, top hat and cane in hand.
With regards to the market: I’m gonna have to get back to you on that one later.
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