St George

So, I've been here in St George for 3 weeks. I'd like to sum up my feelings about the town with one picture of the mayor.

Look at that dude. Even he doesn't look happy to be here (he looks high, in fact) and he runs the place. I can just imagine him saying "Damn, why can't I manage St George from a hip-happenin' place, like Vegas?" And don't think I purposely chose an unflattering photo of him. That was the picture posted on the city's website. THAT was the best picture of him. If the mayor isn't pleased about living here, how am I supposed to be?

Enough about St George, lets talk about housemates. There's 4 others in this place. 

Andrew - The first person I met, because he hardly ever leaves the house. He doesn't talk much and is kind of slow when responding. It's like having to wait for someone to respond by mail. I don't know much about him, other than he says he makes money off his website. He won't tell me what his site does. So, I make sure to stay far away from his room.

Jonathan - He's the dude that got me and a white guy mixed up (remember that status?). Maybe he's color-blind in the true sense of the word. I see him the least, since he's in college and works at K-Mart. When I moved in, they mentioned someone was 35 years old and I assume it's him, since he's the only one with gray hairs. He mumbles a lot when he talks and, like Andrew, doesn't seem too bright (Is there something in the water?) Every once in a while, he'll stand there and stare at me for a few moments. As if to say "Tonight, YOU!" And that's why I lock m yroom before going to sleep.

Brian - A really nice dude, even if he's missing a few teeth. He's from Oahu as well and definitely the most normal out of all of us. He's just in St George to be near his kid. I assume he does some type of work because he's out of the house during the day (some part-time job just to pay the bills) and watching TV when he's home at night. I imagine this is how my dad would be if he did meth. 

New Dude - I don't know this guy's name. He just moved in a few days ago. He seems friendly enough, he offered me a free smoke (if I die, don't bury me in this town). He got kicked out of his parents' place. "They got tired of my $#@!" he says. Though, don't feel too bad for the guy, he's in his 40s. Also, he's unemployed. This house just attracts winners.