Second hand man

Slowly but surely I'm restocking on ancient artifacts to color my low-budgeted life. The other day I had my first dead mans garage experience finding all kinds of amazing stuff from the days of disco and polyester. Peering through the life of this deceased uncle I found some 70's picnic cups, a Kodak Instamatic 104 and a carry on American Tourister kit. Some pieces of Americana I had never seen before. Like Scandinavians have their strange Russian/German/French stuff lying around, the Americans are mostly self-provided when it comes to vintage knick knacks. I hope to reap more from this chamber of secrets.

I just came home from the ghetto surroundings of 7th and Lucas Ave. My fresh friend Alan took me there after we helped Jonathan carry his stuff into his new place. I'm weeping silent tears over not getting to live with him, you can't have it all. I am now thinking of ways to spiff up my living quarters for cheap, my last expensive investment was a mountain bike me and Alan just haggled down to 150 bucks. It runs great but needs some tweaking, I'm hoping Tommy will turn it into one of his many art projects so it doesn't look like a Sears Catalog item anymore.

If people are still wondering what this trip was about, I'll try to enlighten you. I am here to look for a way to legally stay. I fell in love with this town, the first time around and I would love to live here under a prolonged visa situation. The student life was good for me, but I would love to be able to work in some way, while being here - maybe even through Norway - in order to support whatever projects I get into in the future. I feel like my mind is being put to work again after repetitive months at the Book Club back home. I miss a lot of things about Norway, but the living in between the peaks feels easier on the soul over here.

Lucy the pit bull is snoring next to me and Jonathan took most of the lights with him as he left, leaving the place a dungeon. I have already started to put the wheels of cleanliness in motion here and will get this place back in ship shape ASAP. If I have to play the house wife/commanding officer for a while, then so be it. I hope your ever-sparkling thoughts are with me.

Peace out mofos, cause space echos in smelted legos and eat hardy!