living in a house that is two minutes from the beach, pretty sweet. price seemed a little low considering the location and the excellent interior condition… very clean and new. was walking into the house the other day, and some neighbor lady flagged me down. it was a normal conversation for a while, and then she starts crying and talking about how sad she is about how james (previous owner) died. through a bunch of incoherent babble I was able to understand that this guy had "serious demons" and drank himself to death- he was found dead and alone on christmas morning 2014 (in what is now my house).
thanks, bitch! thats the kind of shit you probably shouldn't tell your new neighbor during your very first conversation. oh well, it doesn't creep me out. luckily i can identify with that struggle and i have felt that negative energy throughout many years of my life. if anything, i will honor the guy by continuing in the opposite path. here's to you, buddy.
