Tuesday, August 12, 2014
Was working up today, way up above the smog line. At least if I fell from there I'd be dead, no medical bills. But while I was up there I realized two things. Those bastards in the towers have more space for one family than the whole house I share with Janet’s kids, her sister and kids, the Browns and Higgs families. I have the attic because I don't have kids. As long as I don't stand up it's fine. It’s a ridiculous waste of space in the towers. Two I want off Earth. If I can’t do it honestly then I’ll do something dumb. I don't know what yet. But I've got to do something to get on one of those ships.