Vortex

Chaos Manor (read: rental housing) continues to live up to its name. Alan informed me this morning the the landlord has given us, the remaining three tenants, notice to vacate the premises in 45 days. Within minutes, the landlord arrived to personally inform me. I wasn't surprised at the least. The renovation plans kept changing every few days. The reality is that the landlord's son has assumed full responsibility for the project. So, we're at the whim of his grandiose scheme. Alan is in somewhat of a bind, but he should be able to secure another rental unit since he has verifiable income. The "chef" is financially strapped, but he can put his "stuff" in storage and most likely move in with his "squeeze." I, on the other hand, am edging toward homelessness. I have run out of options.

Well, there's not much that I can accomplish at this point in time. Heck, I don't even own a cell phone. So, I departed for town as usual. I stopped off at Starbucks® for a cup of coffee, even though I should know better. What else could I do? I am completely fatigued by the on-going nonsense. I am a senior citizen now. I don't need to deal with "bullshit." I have already "paid my dues." Of course, I know that I am not alone. The entire empire, excluding the "one percent" upper crust, is in a state of flux and disarray. The "one percent" scumbags have pulled the plunger on the latrine and the rest of us are swirling around the bowl with the other turds until the vortex finally sucks us down the abyss.

I am, of course, constantly dumbfounded by the sheer stupidity, ignorance, and arrogance around me. The "99 percent" are carrying on as if there's no tomorrow. They are breeding indiscriminately, spending money indiscriminately, sashaying to and fro as if they are immortal. The sit in front of the tube and gleefully consent to brainwashing. They are permanently tethered to idiotic social networks on their "smartphones," totally oblivious to anything else. They live in denial of the fact that they are part of the sewage. Yet, they they are right there with the rest of the stinking turds. Stupefying indeed!

When I returned to Chaos Manor in the afternoon, I noticed the cinder block walls flanking the driveway had been demolished. A written note from the landlord to Alan was left to formalize the verbal notice to vacate the premises. We were also told that we can no longer park our vehicles on the premises because the vehicles of the construction crew have priority. I won't park my vehicle on the side street, though. As you may recall, I was the victim of four incidents of vandalism. Anyway, I will most likely hear the opinions of the other tenants later tonight.