I'm Wonderful!

Lately, I'm thinking about the fact that molecules stick together. Especially when I wake up. The bed holds me. The floor is always there. It all works, everyone drives to work and then home again, and it all is held together by presuppositions and collective willpower. This is where we come in. We don't really work right. This is why we need fabric, silver gelatin, and paint. All of which have not one thing to do with our new faux office acreage. I will elaborate. I don't know that at this point in time we need an office. Our homes are cozy, our collective will is strong, and we have techniques to be envied for making crap into manure. But things have come up, plans have changed. We now need, for the sake of changing cable television history, a space which can accommodate humans, meetings, a dry erase board, various sketches, and collective willpower fierce as Wombats. There is my dads first team real estate office, but that is to easy, to gray. So that leaves Paul, our resident x super model who is now working for Sal in the arts of acquiring and re-distributing vehicles from those who have neglected assorted debts. (Notice the rapid bypassing of any other options).
Sal has a repo lot in downtown Long Beach near Wilmington, America's most 3rd world city. It is a 3 acre lot with various odds and ends including two fork lifts, a Mississippi river Dixieland paddle boat on trashcans, and several empty trailers with a few random employees that may or may not be living in them. One empty trailer, we have now decided, is to be called, "The Matte Black Creative Center for People Who Need to Create Their Own Jobs". "Matte Black" for short. I've taken on the task of acquiring the dry erase board, and I have decided to live in a state of complete awe that it all sticks together and that we almost have a good job we like.