Where do I go from here? Why am I still writing! Who the fuck am I?

I drool from my mouth into my shorts while I sit trying to empty my prostate enlarged bladder.

Shelby and Riley are trying to set me up with a small trailer at a campsite on the beach down by the Air Station.

WTF? Listen to them damned Blue Angels roaring by all day!

The truth is, it's a wonderful option, and I'm up. I will take any trailer we end up with. I'll pay rent on the trailer, and the space, as long as it lives within my budget.

Just trying to survive, and it really beats living under the freeway...