In keeping with my nomadic existence I'm moving again. The owner of the townhouse I live in is moving and rather than get a bunch of roommates that I'm unfamiliar with and continue to pay an exorbitant amount of rent for a room that's the size of a closet I decided to pack up and move back to Renton.
Ahh yes Renton, the trashy suburb of Seattle. Giving that I'm moving away from Martin Luther King Blvd I'm sort of like exchanging one ghetto for another. Still there are things I'll miss about living in that area such as the self proclaimed Baddest Nigga in Seatown, aggressive pan handling, naked neighbors, and the knowledge that I could score just about any illicit product easily given the desire.
Goodbye to you old neighborhood. It's been interesting as well as surreal.
"The ultimate measure of a man is not where he stands in moments of comfort and convenience, but where he stands at times of challenge and controversy." - Martin Luther King Jr