Because of my inability to remember usernames and passwords for anything, ranging from email and credit card accounts to blogs, I've had to start a new blog. My previous shared blog, called immigrant style, was about living like an immigrant. Not in the no green card, no bank account, unable to use a microwave kind of way, but in the living in a 2 bedroom apartment with 4 people, a multitude of small mammals and rodents, and having no heat kind of way. Since then, Flza and I have upgraded several times, from being described as "gypsies", to living in a somewhat normal way. Our last apartment had heat and fewer animals, but was kind of small and wierd, but our new place is a major upgrade. The fancy pants new place is pretty cheap, but only because it is in what some would describe as "a bad neighborhood". So far it doesn't seem so bad, but on my daily walks with my new puppy I have encountered:
- A mexican man taking a siesta in a pickup truck, while blasting Mexican restaurant style music so loud it could be heard 2 blocks away
- A hobo who sits on a milk crate and listens to the radio, which can also be heard 2 blocks away
- A pack of wild 3-legged dogs roaming the streets
- The house from Texas Chainsaw Massacre
- A pile of human feces next to an empty gin bottle
At least I can rest assured that I'll always be protected by my vicious new attack dog.
