Attic Space..For Rent: Ambien Grace C., Concord NH
Assuming you had a daughter with little or no impulse control, assuming there had been a place to take her at the ripe old age of 22, yet that particular place shut its doors on her menacing ways! Like California and New Hampshire had communicated via fantasy-land/make-believe-hood and both states decided they didn’t need that kind of trouble!
Agreeing to the fact that I am a barren wasteland of psychotropic medications and the client of a bad and bored therapist…I still need to move out of the attic. There is just no way around it. My life is not some black comedy about a developmentally delayed young adult without any skills, living at the home of a professor and her professor husband. Both being the parents of the regressing adult!
If I find an apartment I have the following very legitimate questions:
Who turns the heat on for you? I mean do I do it? Does it come on automatically? And, who controls it? I get very cold in the winter time.
So, in turn with the heat, and I know this is going to sound stupid, but does that include electricity? Or, are they both separate? I wonder what my parents use for heat?
Can I have a cat? Or, possibly, a cat and a dog! I love kitties! Fantasia and a mastiff named, Beckett Couvillioin the fourth!
Does someone pick up my trash? I create a lot of trash just by being in the air space. Is it picked up daily? I hate getting stuff under my nails! It would be much better if I could hire someone to come in once a day and just pick the ‘shit’ up!
If I move to the white trash with blue collar remnants housing, South Concord Meadows; is the space provided mine to take care of? Do I just shovel that spot? And, is that where the dog I get goes the bathroom? I’d hate to piss the parking space tenant next to my spot, off, by having a bad bottom on their numbered space!
So many questions. What if Mum and Daddy take me off their insurance?
“Fuck, I’m getting ahead of myself. They wouldn’t do that. For that matter, I could always go back to my old house, do my laundry, eat my meals, watch their cable and use their bathroom!”
This moving out stuff really isn’t as hard as I thought.
I had been curious though about the women. Could I entrap one with my pathetically Deputy Dawg scowl and Snooki, before the baby, body? What if my mother found out?
No, best to stick with boys, less mess and definitely a two thumbs up from Mother Theresa!
The whole thing can be pretty scary for a youngin’ such as me. I’ve never ventured pass, the state house lawn without:
Where are you going? Do you have a clean pair of underwear on? You aren’t carrying a knife are you? I better not smell smoke on you when you get home? And, if I even think you’re sleeping with a married man or woman, I will hunt you and them down and disown you both.
Wow, best bet maybe is to stay locked up in the attic. I’m having panic attacks just thinking about the detachment. Mum always babied me…I’d have to go it alone…I’d have to grow up!
Truth! Traveling with Ambien Grace is not an easy journey!
