The Debate in Plan B

I love Bernie Sanders. He speaks slower with intention and he makes you listen to him. We will see how this goes…
Packing did ensue tonight. More boxes packed less boxes to pack. Now here is something wierd. When ever Nancy ( the landlord ) dosn’t show her face around ( coffee on her front porch, outside gardening ect. ) something is always up. Always. I hate not trusting people. More than anything. I have lost so much of it as far as getting older it gets less and less. Sounds terrible but true. Romeo knows something is up - I feel sorry for the lil boy. O well. Life goes on and in case in my life it is going crazy right now.
Thinking of heading south is saturday. Take the baby with me and just get out of town for the day and go to a place where time has forgot. For reals. That is why I moved a way. There is nothing there. At. All. No good music, no good food. No night life whatsoever. Nothing. The only bar they had closed. Not that I would go but still.
Not long out of bed tonight. Peace Out and Peace In....