The Snake is In the Grass
I repeat, the snake is in the grass. Meaning? This week I am working full-time as a co-worker enjoys her vacation. This is good because I need money, and bad because I have to get up at 7 Am all week long. I know, I know. Poor Davie. But I have good news as well. I am moving to a new apartment!
[Thunderous applause. Lacy underwear thrown on stage (from the Captain, perhaps)]
The apartment is in the building next to mine, and is owned by the same company so my lease won't change. It has one bedroom, one living, room, and one kitchen! And I will be on a second floor, no longer dwelling ina basement! High living, indeed.
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About Me
- David Oppegaard
- St. Paul, Minnesota
- I am the author of And the Hills Opened Up, The Suicide Collectors, and Wormwood, Nevada.
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12 comments:
Beautiful, my friend. I can't wait to watch the Office in your new Living Room.
no kidding, B-dog. I can't wait either. I move at the end of May...
"...so you can plan on bringing those strong lifting arms of yours on over and helping me out, Brady!"
Is that the end of the sentence, Dave?
You're moving up in the social strata. Yea!
...to a deluxe apartment, in the sky.
Good for you David. But won't you miss seeing people's feet out your window?
I thought Payroll Tax's comment was blogspam. Or is it? No. I'm so confused today.
Aren't new apartments the best? Especially when you gain a bunch more living space. Does this have a similar library or no?
That is blogpam! Die!
I will not miss the passing feet, Alex. The Cheers effect erodes off quickly. And I will have to come up with a new library, SD....
Oh man! I'm so happy you're outta the basement. I was just talking to someone about how excellent it is to be up high and not down low, because I know it affected you, big man. Now you're all airy (or pretty soon). Way to go bloppo.
I saw the best minds of my generation destroyed by madness, starving hysterical naked,
dragging themselves to optician gigs at dawn looking for an angry fix,
angelheaded hipsters burning for the ancient heavenly connection to the starry dynamo in the machinery of night,
who poverty and tatters and hollow-eyed and high sat up smoking in the supernatural darkness of second-floor apartments floating across the tops of cities contemplating jazz...
Ah, Kelly, you wild card!
Geoff, I too am glad. Will I make it until June? You tell me. The first thing I'm going to do is start inviting people to come over to show them all three rooms. Look, a third room!
I thought it was clever.
as I type, I'm signing my lease papers. my signature is about the same as your average 12 yr old who's learning cursive.
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