The crackheads fiddled and fussed with their junk cars all night last night, so I maintained light discipline (duh; I always do), smell discipline (made an iced instant coffee instead of hot and had a cold-food dinner) and sound discipline by not practicing.
I'm beginning to miss how noisy this area used to be. Now birds are the masters of noise like they were long ago, with crows and gulls and all kinds of little tweety birds, and the occasional group of geese honking as they fly overhead.
Today I woke up and it was raining outside and only Ms. Crackhead was parked in her two junk cars over in the back corner of the parking lot. I was able to have some breakfast and do things and got some practice in. I just did some of the exercises in the Irons book I recently got, and I'm glad I got it. I did about an hour and that was enough for me.
I got some Ebay stuff listed, and sure enough, once it got late enough some of the other crackheads showed up and apparently washed Ms. Crackhead's two cars, I dunno why because they're real pieces of shit with body patch material applied with a trowel, but meth-heads like to do stuff like that.
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