Last week I started to catch myself saying dumb random things when I was driving alone. Things like “Life is a strange little monkey.”
I’d flirted with the idea in years past, but earlier this week I started looking into buying small papaya farms in Costa Rica or sleepy beach bars in Thailand (Logically I’d add a cockfighting ring in the back). The photo above is from a house for sale in Palo Seco, a small Costa Rican town where the human inhabitants are outnumbered by sea turtles and, of course, monkeys. That beach is the front yard.
It’s listed at $159,000. In West LA, this price will fetch you a large chicken burrito.
Lord knows if all this is a self-indulgent curiosity about starting a whole new existence or simply a short-term exit strategy. Or just a recent mixture of boredom, indifference, and a low energy level resulting from a crappy diet (Am I the only person who gets a specific craving for KFC?) and a two-year absence from the gym.
Too bad my old gym’s now charging $59 a month. For that price, I might as well buy a house in Palo Seco.
Life is a strange little monkey.