No Longer Gonna be a City Rat

I'm sick of City living. Yeah, I know it ain't New York or L.A., but with the influx of all these 'burbanites, I'm feeling choked. I got choked out of Virginia-Highlands - my bohemian hideaway - almost five years ago. When my accountant/tax guy says, "Buy a house, get some equity, quit throwing away your money", I should have shot him on the spot.

But, NOOOOOOO - I go out and buy a house that needs more work that Liza Minelli did when she hit 70. And this little gem sits right in the middle of the City because nothing makes me more testy than sitting in traffic, especially with weather like today (mid 90's, 80% humidity).

Oh, and did I mention that the City stinks?

So, I'm going to rent out the house (or maybe commit real estate suicide and sell) and then I'm going to buy this...





Oh, you poo-poo'ers are gonna say, "What the hell do you know about boats". And I naturally would answer, "Well, I've seen 'Captain Ron' about 100 fucking times."

I haven't decided where to moor her yet. One of the main reasons to leave this area is the crap weather that I cannot tolerate anymore in my old age, and when I mentioned the "stink" of the City, one would assume she wouldn't sit in the 'Hooch' or on Lanier or Alatoona (besides they don't have any water in them.)

Actually, I don't know shit about boats, but if I cash in my TRS and continue the catering thing, this could be moi in a year or so. Besides, I can learn and at least I wouldn't have to worry about the cats running away.

There is always, always, hope.