Freedom, in the form of a penis.

Escape.My lease is up in a month, but I moved out last week. I am a pushover, most of the time. When it comes to asserting myself, I just kind of assume those who I'm opposing will just accept my response and move on. As soon as I get pushback on my pushback, I rethink my assertion and come to a lesser compromise. Living with dirty, strange people for a few years made me realize this. The disgusting sink full o' beef fat, cold grey water, and every silverware utensil fills my imagination with stars and clouds. I've voiced that I feel like nobody gives a fuck about each other, because of how dirty it is in the house. So frick-it. I'm out. No re-upping the lease. I'd like to thank my landlord for being actually helpful and nice. I'd also like to thank the little brown dog for sitting with me in the garage when I spent long nights building bikes. I hated that dog at first, but he will be the one thing I miss the most (he's not mine). I trained him to jump onto my bed because he was…