One of these days it will happen. At some point I’m facing eviction from my rundown apartment and I should buy a house, as I have the cash for that. I should buy a reasonable automobile for commuting and a house in suburbs, wash out and sort out my recycling, sell my guns and stop smoking pot and drinking beer as I spend so much of my time in the wilderness. Give up on the Spanish pipedream of the life out in the country in the off grid cabin and owning livestock, growing cannabis and zucchini and my own bacon.

But what fun would that be?