pics of george's house

george's house

Woofie the dog.


It's not every day you get a tour of one of the filthiest run down houses in America. This is a cross between the house Buffalo Bill lives in in Silence of the Lambs...and you average garage. unfortunately there is only junk here. no sweet condition Triumph motorcycles. Just junk and some dogs and used up people.

on the bright side

At least I didn't have enough money to invest with Madoff. I thought losing $800 on a crappy car was bad. At least I get to drive the car. I don't know what the investors got from paying for Madoff's apartment. IT's this credit fixation we all have. There is no actual money being paid for things. It's just phantom currency. I think it's a real problem. And so many jobs were overpaid because there was no actual money to pay for the position itself. So if you have a job that shouldn't exist in the first place then why not have a high salary too?
Regulation is cheaper than intervention. That's the lesson. George has 13 credit cards and shuffles the balance between them. How can I have sympathy for the credit companies? They give him cards and have no idea what kind of situation he is in. He's TRYING to run up debt because he knows he can't pay it off. And they keep giving him more credit. Like Madoff said, "There's no innocent explanation."
I just don't understand where the money went. I mean, there was actual money being invested but where did it go? I guess the details will come out eventually.
IT seems easier to just be honest.
I read an old Groucho Marx quote, "The secret to life is honesty and fair dealing. If you can fake that then you've got it made."
It looks like Madoff was a fake but not brilliant enough to get away with it. I don't trust any broker. It's not an honest business.
all for now.
marco

Oh Yoko

What is this all about? I gave my notice and the bastards don't even have the guts to call me back or even acknowledge that I gave them the boot. Bullshit. I went to Inglewood to instal a new sidepanel on a file cabinet...and then went to an Office depot and built two chairs and a right return for a desk. I'm ashamed to look in the mirror.

box

thanks for the box of gifts. The van is actually deathly cold so I will be sleeping in that shirt you sent me. And I had to cover the van with a tarp to keep the rain out. This cold weather was exactly what I was trying to avoid. I have given my notice at the cotton field and hope to be leaving as soon as I buy my freedom. Maybe when Obama is inaugurated there will also be an emancipation proclamation for white slaves such as myself. One can hope our people will be free one day.
It's just one crisis after another here at George's. Just imagine feeble old grandpa, gasping and wheezing but STILL trying to start the fire and cook for five people and three giant dogs. There are mountains of paperwork teetering next to the fireplace. Ash is overflowing onto the carpet. Meanwhile the newest tenant is driving a car with no hood and a battery in place of the passenger seat, but instead of doing anything he is beating on a drum video game. It's totally out of control and though I try to keep his computers running they are beyond hope. And the printers are all falling apart. It's too much. That and the wheezing. He's lucky that he won't live long enough to have a stroke, though his blood pressure is high. And his blood sugar topped out at 334 the other day. 334! 210 is type 2. 334 is like a worlds record. But he insists on pie and twizzlers and soda. It's a household of the doomed.
I gotta go take the ash out of his fireplace now.
thanks again! love marco