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To be honest, I let my “middle of nowhere” dreams go, before I left AZ.
I Think every #stoner wants to be he hermit on the hill.....and it can be Done.....But.....why make things hard for yourself........basics..such as telephone...net..electric...make life easier.
It’s in a fairly small town, certainly not anywhere near a big city. No crime here, to speak of. Plus, all the country houses I looked at were big square footage, and I wanted to stay smaller to keep utilities affordable.
The bigger the house.....the more you have to look after.............
My and the realtor, and dude finally get to the locked gate to enter the property…..she’s fiddling with the pad lock, I’m outside the Jeep, and 4 dude’s with guns and masks emerged from the bushes…..they fancied themselves “the local militia” since cops ain’t coming out there. After my realtor finished evacuating her bowels into her pants (no joke), she found the words to tell them why we were there. They put their guns down at that point. It was around then that I started coming to appreciate the offerings of in town living.
Mmmmm........yeah...that would have changed my mind too.............
In hindsight, this would be the start of a series of events that would wind me up in the psyche ward for a couple nights, a few days later.
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