Daniel and Lance and The Lion’s Den

I am living in The Lion’s Den.
(Not unlike Daniel)
Commerce, America.
Yeah, I just doxx’d myself.
Do not care.
Anyone got any ‘issues’ with me,
Bring it!
I ain’t scared.
I ain’t feeble.
I am still strong (with drink)
And stank
Don’t believe me?
Just ask Shawn.

Okay
That out of the way.

Washing the dishes…

This Lion’s Den is just an old renovated Hotel from the days when People actually had money and came to Commerce to see Jane or Johnny graduate from ETSU.
Ancient history.

Now it is just a trailer park with nothing with wheels.

Lots of White Trash here.

I fit right in.

It is cheap.
Centrally located.
Comfy.
And most important,
Outside the jurisdiction of the Commerce City Police.
Yeah.
This is important to me.
There are some minor inconveniences:
No kitchen
No laundry
No real bathroom.
But!
But!
But!
No one fucks with me.
I approach life with that
“Lazy-Fair” philosophy
Just leave me the fuck alone.
Do that and we will not have any issues.
Got that?
Groovy.
Cheers.
Thank You.
Drive Through
Bye

(And mucho amore to anyone who comments on this post—sometimes I feel lonely)

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