I hold it under my skin, putting on the face needed to deal with society which I can barely stand anymore.
All I want is a well built retreat on top of hill with high walls up the side, but only 4 feet tall at the top as my fence, with the windows open at night to let the mountain air in, waking up when I wake up, petting my medium sized dog named "Barkly", making good coffee, fixing a bacon, egg, and cheese sandwich, then going on my porch (facing East), and watching the sunrise with my dog at my feet, while I drink my coffee, and have my sandwich.
On my 1000+ acres of land... Alone.
(sigh) C'mon Lotto Jackpot.




