I chose a spot without a kitchen. No kitchen fell under the Con column obviously. I just figured I could make do. I convinced myself how down to earth it would be to keep things in a cooler. I’d get one bowl. One spoon. Cave man sort of stuff.
I chose a spot with a bathroom. A bathroom didn’t really have a column obviously. I just figured I needed one. I convinced myself how clean I could make myself be in this dirty environment. I’d get soap. Shampoo. Those kinds of cleaning agents.
!@#$%^&*
The lack of kitchen began to gnaw at me, and as I slowly began to do something about it, I realized that making a kitchen isn’t so easy. And sort of costly. And then I finally hit myself over the head with my dumb stick when I realized that no matter how Sunset Mag I was going to make my kitchen, I was still going to be without a kitchen sink. It’s always something here!
So I just said fuck it and began doing the dishes and washing the fruits and vegetables Kramer Style. First off, when you’re showering, every other amenity in the bathroom gets soaked anyway. Every One. Plus, I take up to a half dozen cold showers per day anyway. It just makes all the sense in the world. Different strokes for different folks. And different soaps tambien.
