Last night I helped a Sunday School friend move. Most of them are just about out of college and are in that apartment to apartment stage. Man, if I would've known that I could've gotten help like that I would've joined a Sunday School in college. He was in the ghetto apartments and moved just across the street to a near ghetto apartment of a smaller size paying something like $440 a month. It took me back to when I lived in a cheap apartments near AT&T when I came here to Dallas. As I tended to like to move with my jobs my apartment prices ranged wildly. When I started at AT&T it was $880 then I moved to $550 then I moved to $840 then it got raised to $940 so I moved to a $570. In 6 years I lived at 4 different apartments. Then I got the house and here I shall stay. I hope I never go back to apartment living. At my house the music can play all night, the band can practice, and I can watch my big screen TV(8 x 6 feet). I could never do those things in an apartment. Towards the end of my apartment living I got used to actually hiring movers to move me. It was so much better than relying on friends, especially since all of my friends who owned trucks became sparse. The last movers I hired where some kind of weird Christian sect of moving men. They moved me, but they talked about my Jimi Hendrix posters like rock'n roll was evil. They were like,"You know the beats to his music were based on African tribal music and those people worshiped satan." I was like "Well, isn't that interesting." but really didn't care. Then they left a box of my clothes in one of the guys trunks of his car. I had to wait a week for my shirts. I was kinda afraid of what would happen to my t-shirts - cause they had Jimi Hendrix and SRV pictures all over them... I got them back, wiser now that not all moving men are in it for the move.

Thought of the Day
George: Alright, I gotta go home and open up with the house for the carpet cleaners. You know they're doing my whole place for twenty-five dollars.
Kramer: Oh, no, no, no. Not the Sunshine Carpet Cleaners?
George: Yeah, you heard of 'em?
Kramer: They're a crazy religious cult. The carpet cleaning is just a means for them to get into your apartment.
George: So? For a twenty-five dollar cleaning, I can listen to some pointless blather.
Jerry: I do it, I'm not even getting the cleaning.
- The Checks - Seinfeld