House-sitting for two days, for me, has been like living in some remote log-cabin for 6 months. Worse, even. At first, yeah, its nice to have to peace and quiet; and there’s real big TVs and tons of pop. Quintessential suburban lifestyle. But two days man, and I’m over it. The amenities dissolve, become empty. It just occurred to me how fucking stupid this is.
Great, there’s barely any people here, and if there are, god bless em they’re white. And guess what? We get to lock everyone out; no through-streets, and a fancy electronic gate. Wouldn’t want anything actually going on here, now would we? Just in-and-out, eat-watch TV-sleep, scared in their ticky-tacky little (not actually) houses.
But, hey look at the pretty “farm” across the road (a few horses, interrupted by a barreling pickup truck every few minutes). The funny thing is, the fact that you can see the “farm” (I refuse to type it without the quotations, so forget it) means that you’re fucking this whole shit up anyways. There probably used to be a farm (no quotations, see the difference?) right under your feet, but everything’s develop, develop, develop, so now we have to buy our produce from Fuji and New Zealand. This is here just so some smarmy asshole can sell you an over-sized cardboard box on the cheap. And yeah, you bought it just because you think it means you’ve “arrived.” Have fun driving 50 miles to work everyday in your Durango, you cunt.