“Those were good years, but as we know—from stories and from life—the good years never last long.”
Excerpt From: King, Stephen. “The Wind Through the Keyhole.” Scribner. iBooks.
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I have had my good years and bad years.
Most notable for me was 1992. 2002, 2009 and 2014. At present I have hit a low, plateaued the low and am presently on the upward swing again.
I have chased the boom towns, and made money doing it. When I was in the middle of my first boom, I thought it would never end.
The second one, I knew it would end, but I spent a lot of it anyways.
My last boom, I paid off my mortgage, and positioned myself to weather the next low.
The 2014 low was bad. I had my electricity turned off for 4 months. My car fell apart, and at times was reduced to only eating from the garden. Let me tell you eating rice with coconut meat fried with soy sauce, is a recipe for some intestinal discomfort. However my home is paid for, no landlord to evict me. I got some solar power now so even if the shore power is off, I still got the basics of life.
Since then things have ticked upward. Sales are becoming more regular, and grocery shopping is not a scary adventure.
However no matter what happens, I still keep my tools, and my wits, and my skills to earn a living.
The coming American festivities/ww3 will be rough.
Many of you here reading this will not survive it.
Hell I may not either.
However I am on the right side.
Win or lose.
To those of you on the collectivist thieving politician class side reading this blog I have this for you:
Fuck you. I will gladly set myself on fire before giving you the satisfaction of beating me.
If you perchance to imprison me before I get the chance to do that, I will gladly make you spend your resources guarding, feeding and housing me and make it as expensive as I can for you to do so. I will cost you much more than you cost me.