Dusty's Diary by Bobby Adair

Author:Bobby Adair [Adair, Bobby]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Amazon: B00V30JDQS
Goodreads: 25202202
Publisher: Bobby Adair
Published: 2015-03-22T00:00:00+00:00

October 26

Okay, I lied. I didn’t get back with you last week. I was sneaking past Best Buy on my way home from Home Depot and this amazing green goober of an idea gobsmacked me.

I was already carrying too much crap with my rat traps and spray paint, oh, and twine. Yeah, guess I forgot to mention that. I got a spool of that, a thousand yards. Does that help you with your guess?

I had to go back out the day after the Home Depot raid and get me several loads of stuff. In fact, I spent most of the sunny hours in the next two days hauling electronic crap back to my place. I actually stored a good bit of it in my old master bedroom closet. The roof on that part of the house is still holding out the weather. The kitchen leaks like a mo fo—I expect that part of the house to collapse in a couple of years. C'est la vie. I just threw that in so you’d think I’m smart. I picked the line up from an old (really old) Doris Day movie. I don’t really know what it means, maybe something like, “that’s the shit.”

I think getting out of Bunker Stink was better for me than I imagined it could be. I think maybe I was slowly turning into a lump. I put food in one end, processed, and then dumped it out the other. I went through a routine, working out every day, reading books, watching movies, pacing around in my twelve by fifty space, at least the floor space that was available, and I tried to contact people on the short wave radio.

The things I planned to spend my time on, learning Spanish maybe, figuring out all of those shortwave radio manuals old Winston Cherito gave me, reading about agriculture—well, I kind of just stopped. I’d planned to learn a lot of stuff. I’ve got all kinds of college books down there. I wasn’t learning. I wasn’t thinking. I wasn’t dreaming and I wasn’t hoping. I was just wasting away.

Now, I’m doing something and I feel more alive than I’ve felt in a very, very long time.

What have I been up to with all this renewed zest for life?

I pulled all the insulation out of the attic in my house. It’s that thick pink fuzzy shit that comes in wide, long strips. It’s been up there a while. I laid the pink stuff over the old blown-in crap about seven years ago to reduce my electricity bill. Anyways, I pulled out what wasn’t too moldy to salvage and I used my staple gun in my garage to cover the walls in thick layers of it. The thing about fiberglass insulation is that it insulates not just heat, but sound. Now, I could open up a disco in my garage and no Shroomhead walking down the street would hear a single thump.

Mind you, I’m not going to open a disco. Who would come?

What I’ve got out there is a shop.

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