Last year I said to myself, "your next computer is moving," and then I bought an iPad. The vents smell like onion smoked death. Jason is back from jail. He and his family literally stink up the place. The neighbors across the street are mean, loud, ugly, shitty people. The lady down the street is paranoid and nosy. People just leave trash in the street here. They're closing TC; what's going to fill that space? Ernies not going to live forever, Your next computer is moving. (2016)