Ever since I was a kid, I've always been drawn to the elderly. And not in a weird or perverse way. I spent a lot of time watching TV and I always found the most comfort in watching shows like The Golden Girls, Matlock, and Murder She Wrote. It was like watching my grandparents in their twilight years (ignoring the obvious fact that I'm not white).
Following that same logic, the recent episodes of crime in the U District (see previous entry "Borrowed Time"), there seems to be only one affordable solution: move into a retirement home where I can observe some kind of peace and quiet.
The rent is comparable, I can have a pet if I want, and they plan social activities for their tenants. And old people are quiet, maybe to a fault, but I think I could handle it. Stay tuned. If I don't get mugged on the way home or involved in some kind of retaliatory act of violence from my downstairs neighbors after I file a noise complaint with the police, you may see my face on the next SHAG commercial.
Friday, July 3, 2009
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