Gallery of Literature and Writings

The U.S. Census Bureau estimates that the human population in the entire country is three hundred-eleven million, five hundred ninety-one thousand, nine hundred and seventeen in 2011. The human population of California is the highest in the entire United States and was estimated at thirty-seven million, six hundred, ninety-one thousand, nine hundred and twelve in the same year. A lot of people dream about going to “The Golden State” and becoming something. All these people trying to make a name for themselves, while at the same time becoming so much like each other, homogenized even. So secure in the almost unconscious act of devouring themselves and becoming the resulting shit. Hard to be unique in a room filled with auto-cannibalistic “individuals”. I suppose it’s a fair trade for the sun, surf, sand, and all of the fucking rejects that come along with it.

That’s why I’m leaving. It has nothing to do with the fact I can no longer afford the rent to stay in my Anaheim Hills, Sycamore Canyon apartment. The box where three weeks ago I thought I would just die in. The one bedroom, one bathroom, coffin with the tiled entryway and the spacious patio with a view over the “sparkling salt water swimming pool”. That’s what was told to me over the phone five months ago when I inquired about it. His overly flamboyant voice still swirling around in my head, dripping with enthusiasm. His name was Finn, with two “n’s”. I never asked, but he let me know so there was no confusion on the matter.

“Nestled in the Anaheim Hills, Sycamore Canyon Apartments allows you to get away from the urban hustle and bustle.” said Finn with two “N’s”.

You could tell he had said it a million time before, and he wasn’t fooling me. “Mm Hmm.” I had heard it a million times too.

“So you said earlier that you were interested in The birch room plan? That’s the one bedroom, one bathroom, one car private garage, full size washer/dryer included, custom white Thermofoil cabinets, DuPont’s Zodiaq Quartz countertops, ceramic tile, refrigerator, two-toned designer paint, six panel interior doors, horizontal blind coverings, new-”

“Now hold on a minute, I believe I called about The Aspen…” I knew it. Finn’s trying to fuck me!

“Oh, well let me check my records here. Sir I’m very sorry, but The Aspen was rented out just this morning.”

“By who?”

“I really can’t just give you that information over the phone.”

“I’ll be there in 15 minutes, you can tell me in person.”

“Sir there’s no need for that. How about I set you up with The Birch instead. You’ll get the benefits of about 200 more square feet than The Aspen, the deposit is the same and the price range is only slightly higher, only about one hundred dollars. Can you afford that?”

“Of course I can.”

“Great then we can set you up for tomorrow?”

“I’ll be there this afternoon.”

“Uh, sure that would be fine sir, Just let me make arrangements.”

“Is there a problem?”

“No, no sir not at all.”

“Great.”

As much as I wanted to get there and see the degenerate who stole from me, I needed to meet Phil and finish off a deal I was closing in the State Park.

That was five months ago, and here I am now, leaving this hole, but it has nothing to do with me not being able to afford it anymore, you can bet your ass it doesn’t…