Beach house

The car on the left is mine

Low tide. Picture of the house from the water

The veiw of the ocean from my room

Bald eagle!

So again, I pretended to be normal and joined some old friend at a beach house. Its owned by an old friend's sister. I really had fun and enjoyed myself. It was bitter sweet being there.

Sweet- Nice to goto the beach, eat good food and have company.

Bitter- Realized how humans really don't care for other humans.

As I drove to the ferry dock and off, I pass homeless people. These rich folks that have beach houses would never invite a homeless person to there home. They would not give .5% of there income to give someone a better life. Sigh. But a stray dog....they bend over backwards for it.

Crazy rich these people are. The beach house is worth close to 2 million. And they don't spend very much time there. They have a main house in Seattle. Inmagine how nice their Seattle home must be! On top of that, they have a ski lodge in Whistler! The property tax on that beach house is more than I make a year! Sick. The owners are around my age too. They been retired for 14 years. And their kids are only 13 and 16.

I still think its funny. A homeless man hanging around a 2 million dollar beach house. If they only knew!