Luke, I am your father's cousin's nephew's former housemate

What's up, People-Formally-Known-As-Autumn-Laners and associates? Things are pretty dull over here in Germany. Everyone I talk to says I should have come here in the late 1930s when things were better. But things like that can't be helped I suppose.

As for my friend from "te-has" it's kind of a long story. His name is Corey and we met on-line. I started a Pink Floyd website at the end of my high school sophomore year, on which I also posted a philosophical essay slash suicide note. You can still go there and read it, actually.
http://www.geocities.com/kemstone/meaningoflife.html
But anyway, a few months later he responded because he too was interested in Pink Floyd and philosophy and was suicidally depressed. So we formed a tight bond and over the years we've had our ups and downs like any normal friendship. At one point he got a girlfriend and stopped talking to me, but when she started making him even more depressed that he already was we established contact again. Since I've been in Germany, surrounded by people I can't relate to in any way, we've been communicating every day with an average of 10 e-mails a day (though most of them are only a sentence or two in length).

Anyway, he dropped out of high school because he was the target of all sorts of abuse from his fellow classmates, and since then he's been living alone with his parents in Garland, Texas with no direction or purpose to his life. His father is a mentally abusive piece of shit, and his mother is too weak to leave the relationship. And they keep him in their lives because he's the glue holding their nightmarish marriage together. The only way things are going to get better for him is if he gets the fuck out of there but he has nowhere to go. I want to help him but there's not much I can do. If he did squat with us he would get a job and help with the bills, but if space is limitted then that's all there is to it. Maybe I can find him another place or something. I'm a little nervous about the idea of him coming to live with us anyway, as if you don't like him or he doesn't like you, I'm in a very bad situation. But I just feel bad about letting him go on in misery. And hopefully that explains that.

As much as I love it here I can't wait to get home. Not to get mushy or anything but I miss the fuck out of you people. But yeah, I'll be back soon enough. Hopefully Ewing doesn't dissappear anytime soon.

homecoming

I personally can't wait to club-it-up at the conduit next year. Unfortunately I'll probably only be able to do it on Tuesday nights. But don't they usually have live performances on Tuesdays? I don't know, I haven't been there in 2 years.

Pointing an antenna at the internet, eh? I live right next to the internet. It's a lot smaller than you would think. Just a little building with a box that says "Intrnet" on it, which is mispelled. Nobody even works there. Just a janitor named Hans.

Anyway, thanks for taking care of the bizniss with my pops. Still haven't answered my question about the squatter-possibility at penwood though.

I have a definite return date now, people. I'm coming back on July 26th, so there had BETTER be a party somewhere on July 27th. But that's a wednesday so maybe the 29th would be more feasible. But seriously, I want a decent homecoming. Not just a "Hey, Kem's back. Let's smoke a blunt." I want it to get WILD, as I'm sure you understand.

Yo, I just need to know where my Dad should send the money. And when exactly is the security deposit due? I don't know how happy he'll be about giving up over $1000 bucks in one shot.

Outa Banx!!!

When and with whom did you go to the outer banks? Was it a family thing? My dad used to have a beachside condo there. It was the fucking shiznit, but he only co-owned it and the other owners wanted to sell, so now it's gone and I haven't been back there in like 5 years. If you're interested maybe we could plan a trip down there some time next year. But we don't have to work that out right now.

Thanks for the offer to acquire my furniture. The dresser will be great. And I don't need the fridge, just as long as it's accounted for and Ben is willing to relinquish it when the time comes. If it was up to me he could keep the damn thing, but my parents who bought it wouldn't be too happy about that. But if he wants to buy it maybe we could work out a reasonable price.

I don't care how small my room is, as long as it's mine and mine alone. I could live in a fucking closet as long as I don't have to share it. No parties? I have no opposition to that whatsoever. Personally, I GREATLY prefer small drinking gatherings to giant loud shindigs. Although those certainly CAN be fun, there's no need to have them at our particular place o' residence.

How big is the house? I've got a friend in Texas who is caught in a dead-end life living with his parents and unable to find a job and despising his town and he really wants to get out of there. He's basically been my best friend for several years. We exchange at least 10 e-mails a day, sometimes over 20. I told him it MIGHT be possible for me to come pick him up this summer or fall and he could come and possibly squat with us for awhile. But if the house is not condusive to such a thing, or the other room-mates are opposed to the idea, I'll have to let him know. Better to shatter his hopes sooner than later.

That's all for now. Keep keepin' it real.

Autumn Falls on Autumn

So it looks like there's not much time left for Autumn, if I'm right about the lease ending in June. So sad. So tragic. But at least I was a part of the magic for a little while. There's a girl over here named Liz Quinn who can't believe I lived at the infamous Autumn Lane. I hadn't realised how infamous it was until I left. But all infamous things must come to an end, while we only retain their infamy in our memories.

But enough sappy stuff. This is a business blog. I need to take care of some business.

Firstly: Pennwood? What's the deal? I still need to pay a security deposit, right? As well as the first month's rent, am I wrong? Someone tell me how much money I owe and my parents will write you a check.

Furthermore: What about Kok-Sin's security deposit? My parents are asking about that. Will I ever see ANY of that money again? If not, why?

And: I've got a dresser in that house which I let Kristin use. If she still has it, what shall become of it when the move-out happens?

Finally: I had a refrigerator which I let Ben steal. I'll probably need it back. So if anyone sees Licky-Licky could they please inquire about this?

As if this is Blog is really directed at anyone besides Luke. Luke, what's up? If you can help me out with any of these questions I'd appreciate it. And if you could direct Kristin's and Ben's attention to the last two points that would also be appreciated.

I've got some MAD stories to tell, but I won't waste them on the Blog. I'll save it for one drunken evening next year. Till then, Holla at your brother! Peace!