Gattitown, Ghettotown of the Drones of the Societal Machine

While sitting at Gattitown tonight with Shannah, there was a moment of clarity.  I must flee Frisco for my life.  I search around the room.  There is not one person in there that I can relate to or have a conversation with.  The large “hall” of a eating area, overloaded with morbidly obese, the beaten with shattered dreams, the mass breeders, and the facade brigade were all there mixing together in some unholy orgy of gluttony and martyrdom.  I do not belong here.  I never did.  The compromised me thought this would be home; that it would be a good place to raise a family.  I cannot raise a free thinking and independent human here.  Frisco is vanilla and we is some Ben and Jerry’s shit, 4real!So now I’m motivated whereas before I was sorta on the fence about moving.  I’m going to list my house as soon as possible.