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We’ve been at this new place for about three months now. It’s nice, but it’s all the differences that really make or break it, you know?

Our old place was a dump. Well, not really, ’cause we won’t let ourselves live in a dump, but there were holes in the walls (from previous tenants), the toilet occasionally didn’t work, same for the shower and shower drain, and you all remember the yard incident.

This new place is a lot nicer. No holes in the walls, the sinks and drains all seem to work, same for the shower. One of the toilets occasionally gets stuck and doesn’t stop running (in the tank, not the bowl) after being flushed, but that’s it. There’s no yard, but there is an awesome back porch. The house is much, much better than the old one. And, surprisingly, we seem to have almost as much room as the old place, even though it’s a house versus a townhouse/condo.

The town we lived in in Oklahoma was the same town we went to college in. It wasn’t, however, a college town. I don’t think a single place/business liked having all the college kids in it and it showed. Rude workers, crazy hours (like closing at 8 pm), and all sorts of other signs that we were wanted. Elaine and I aren’t that old and don’t look that old, so we got treated like college kids whether we were or not.

It’s different here, for the most part. Our town that we live in is mostly retired people. We’re probably the youngest family on the block, maybe for miles. There are some teenagers around, but they’re part of a family, if you catch my difference. Anyway, it’s really nice. I haven’t gotten used to seeing nothing but elderly people when I go to the grocery store, but it’s not as creepy as it was when I first went. Still don’t like the 14-year-old baggers trying to carry out my groceries for me. They’re wanting a tip and since I don’t need their help and didn’t ask for their help, I’m not giving ‘em one. When they get some judgement, they’ll get some respect from me…and maybe a tip!

There aren’t any more crazy differences. Well, I suppose it’s kind of funny and different how back in Okmulgee we always drove in straight lines, all the streets had corners. Here there are no corners. You’re constantly turning. It’s nice, though, makes a drive feel shorter and longer at the same time.

Also, when we lived in Okmulgee we were closer to Elaine’s mom. Now we live three miles from her brother. It’s nice having family around, especially family that’s as hooked on gaming as I am!

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So, Elaine dropped a little bit from a pedicure set (one of the drill-like ones) down off of our porch to the ground below and asked me to go get it for her. I had been playing Splinter Cell earlier and decided I wanted to try grabbing onto the porch edge from below. It’s just slightly out of my reach, so I moved to slightly higher ground and held onto one of the piers and jumped, grabbing the edge with one hand. Yeah, I weigh more than my hand can hold (at least at such sudden force), and fell back down to my feet, scraping the inside of my knuckles in the process.

After screaming “Ow, fuck” a few times, I went into the house to see what the damage was. A few scratches (index, middle, and ring on my right hand) and that was it. Only the ring finger was bad enough to need some Neosporin and a Band-Aid, so I’m all better now.

From now on, though, whenever I think of doing something like that, I need someone to yell “You’re not Sam Fisher!” or “You’re not a freakin’ ninja!” at me until I listen. Unless, of course, I have a knife, then I might try the crotch cut move.

You’ve been warned.

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