My dad is a handy man, and if he tells himself he can do something, he does it. So after watching lots of HGTV, Tiny House Nation, and tons of YouTube videos, we had an idea of what we were capable of. With my mom's help and support, the three of us tore apart, rebuilt, and converted the 11 window Blue Bus in roughly 3 and a half months.
In my desire to age and grow old, I understand that suffering is part of the deal. My body parts will not last forever; I don't expect them to. Things are going to wear out, things will hurt. What really makes me suffer on a grander scale is the systematic attack on my mind and freedom of choice, a system that direly impacts any rational decision making. I am extremely frustrated and angry with the Guerrilla Warfare tactics that advertisers and companies are using to infiltrate our senses and interrupt our thought processes WHEREVER we go.
"Oh, you have some spare time for a thought? GIVE ME THAT TIME! NO thinking allowed!" Is the message that I constantly see and hear EVERYWHERE from advertisers.
"We all do. We enjoy things too much, we worry too much. Too much. It's all about moderation. Moderation is Key.” He looked me straight in the eyes, as we stand in the corner of the convenience store, near the exit door. As he took a pause, through the doors in the distance, I catch a glimpse of my mom walking over from where we parked the car. This conversation had been going on for a few minutes. Time didn't matter as I gave Wiz my full attention; he is a wonderful human being.