Anyway, sanity eventually prevailed, and Mike decided it was time to move. He got a contract out in Columbia, SC – (not that he really needs one anyway, as he has no wife or kids now, and could probably live off his savings now for the rest of his life) – and then immediately tangled himself up in a mess again by agreeing to rent a room in some hot divorced lady’s house out in Elgin, of all places! Does the boy have no sense at all?
Look, I ain’t the brightest bulb in the fixture by a long shot, and not being a techie I haven’t had Mike’s huge income opportunities, but I am smart enough to know that it is suicide to get married, especially if you’re gonna have kids. But you say, “Oh, what about the joy of seeing your kids grow, and the companionship of a loving wife?” Blah, blah, blah …. Yeah, tell me about Santa Claus and the Easter Bunny too, while you’re at it.
But Mike’s a romantic at heart, and one day, if he’s not careful, he’ll wind up hitched to some acquisitive old bitch, and be on the hook for putting her brood of brats through college and beyond. Some guys are just self-destructive, I guess.
So , one warm fall day, Mike loaded up his car with his few possessions, (a box of CDs, a few books his ex-wife gave him before she started beating him up, some clothes, and, ever the nerd, THREE laptops and an iPad), and ….. stopped off two doors down the dusty dirt road, to pick up Old Man Peal, the smelly old drunk!
Ugh! GET OUT MAUK NOW!