About My big fat WalMart summer.
Pasco County Florida like many other florida counties is filled with shady businesses, corrupt citizens and just plan old inconsiderate self absorbed law breakers. Citizens who are cheated out of their hard earned money so often that they no longer possess a moral compass. On a regular basis I find people who park in the handicapped parking spaces who are not handicapped, have rear view mirror handicapped hangers with a picture of an old person and a 30 year old hotsi-totsi wannebee getting out of the car and running into the market. Motorcycles parking in the handicapped spaces, fire lanes, and handicapped accessibility zones. Often times just a parking space away from an open regular parking space. Other times citizens ignore the fire lane no parking signage and just park wherever they dam well please. And when you say something to them they act like two year olds and argue with you that their engine is running and their car is in drive so they are not parking.. Yah, dumb asses actually say that. Even had some unlicensed stupid kids parking their motorcycles (that they should not have been driving since it was after dark and they didn’t have a drivers license yet) arguing with me that the handicapped accessibility zone on the side of a handicapped parking space was not handicapped parking even though it’s labelled as handicapped parking. These geniuses as well as the idiot who was charged with collecting shopping carts where simply to pig headed and self absorbed to admit they even broke the law. Then there are the terrible business owners who seem to have forgotten that the customer is always right and are outright rude to their customers and can’t figure out why they don’t have any business. While others will willingly cheat you out of money and celebrate their snake in the grass victory even though they only got a shady $3 from you and lost any future sales along the way. This is where the story takes off from.
So having spent 2 1/2 years living amongst these dirt bags & sketchy sons of a bitches I decided that I was not going to spend another year dealing with such trash. My annual lease was coming up for renewal and since the previous owners had sold out to the national conglomerate pig known as Encore RV Resorts and they basically screwed the place up for normal citizens to live in I decided to move along. But now for some back up story that brings us up to date.
In the late spring of 2016 I lived in Greenfield MA. with my son Dwane Jr. We leased a commercial space and did a lot of digital production stuff inside. In front of the space was a residential house where people rented apartments. Well one night at like 2-3AM the place catches fire in the front apartments. Fire department says improperly extinguished smoking materials but I say arson for the insurance money since the owners had not sold after 7 years on the market. Yes I have reason to suspect what I say, but that is not the purpose of this blog. So my son and I became homeless and learned first hand how useless organisations like the red cross and fire victim safety nets really are. You are basically on your own 24 hours later when they all have forgotten about you and moved on to the next disaster.. So we where homeless along with the seven other residents of the building. The “owners” promised a rebuild as soon as the money came in but ended up tearing the place down two months later. They grabbed the cash along with our prepaid months rentals & security deposits and ran. My son found a couch to sleep on with friends near his work while I at first stayed in the back room of the burned out building with no electricity. Water was still on so the bathroom was still usable. The back room was not burned at all but it smelled like fire smoke all the time. Looking for a new affordable space to rent was tough since there is an affordable housing crunch in the north east united states. Too cold for mobile homes. Landlord greed coupled with the zero economy of the Obama administration & most properties under distress from the housing boom where idiots bought very high and now the bottom fell out and their building have a very low worth, rents where just insane. Sleeping on couches of family carried me a few months. But it was now late October 2016 and the weather was turning cold. I had to secure a winter space or risk freezing to death. .. farther back.. In 2005 I had a heart attack. It’s a family history thing. Bad hearts gets us all young. Over the next 10 years I would have one bad experience after another and after 7 cardiac caths It was time for a bypass surgery. So September 2015 I had a quadruple bypass. Recovery went fine. I was good for another 30 years they told me. But not without consequences. I was now a diabetic and had very poor circulation in my feet and lower legs. So poor that as soon as the daily temps dipped below 60 degrees my feet turned to icicles. So cold that they hurt ALL the time. Then diabetic and related neuropathies set in. I was convinced that diabetes would take me long before my rebuilt heart would give in… fast forward back to Oct 2016. It was getting colder out side and my feet where feeling it big time. Then I got to thinking. Why am I staying in the cold suffering when I can take my disability income and go anyplace in the country, the world even and live there. So I made a decision, since all my stuff was already packed into a storage unit, why don’t I take a little adventure for the winter and come back in the spring and find a new home then? It made perfect sense to me. Days are numbered, get out there and see shit in the world while you still can.. So there it began, Duane’s big adventure.
I stowed the seats in a grand caravan that I bought for the occasion and laid a full size mattress in the back of it. Packed necessities inside tote bins and packed them in as well. Took a camping tent and other camping supplies before hitting WalMart for some road food. And the day after halloween I headed south from New England USA. The plan was to drive south until it got warm again.
To continue reading on this back story please see the article Dwane’s big adventure.