day 2 threat detection is off the charts. weed is legal here but the cops roll by while i smoke so i go back inside because i am the weird sick queer from out of town with recognizably wild hair and i do not know how the pecking order is enforced in this liberal burbclave. even if our particular wealthy Citizen is Nice, and so far she seems disinterested in causing problems, any one of these fat, happy, barbecuing boaters could be that person who has a fatal opinion of me in a variety of ways.

as is also typical of the shape of my whole deal i already have this social profile pegged so now i just have to dust off and update the "charming to grandparents" tactics to get by until we can go live somewhere a little less american flaggy. but until then i ate my they live glasses so i cant stop seeing the world in a money heatmap and have only just now realized i agreed to be surrounded by dozens of that guy from disco elysium on every side.