The only way to live among all the crazy assholes is to surround your house with spider webs. But if I was a swamp witch and you really needed to see me you'd probably bring a machete.
I remember visiting a friend up near horsey country in Florida. It was fine until I went to buy some food somewhere and I wondered what part of Middle Earth I walked into.
Evidently your visits to Florida were very different to mine. It is the last place I'd want to live. On my first visit the taxi driver had a 45 pistol and a 38 in his sock and a machete in the door pocket, and two bandoliers of film cans full of drugs.
Come to Australia...a whole other level! They build entire communities and ecosystems around your car and house overnight. It is like Jumanji just getting to work in the morning!
You destroyed their homes but they quietly and without complaining, built them up again. These are good neighbors. Think of Charlotte. Think of Itsy Bitsy.
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