Brave New Home

I live in a very high class little community. The name of the place is pronounced something like "ky-anne." It's a resort area with brick driveways, condos, 4-star resturaunts, tennis courts, and a very prevolent golf course. The fact that this is a place meant mainly for golfers is made very clear by the gigantic ceramic golf ball in the middle of the road.



So, you must be asking yourself "How'd they let a guy like him in there?"

Simple, there are three very strict processes in order to be allowed into a high-class place such as this; 1) Show proof of income in excess of 4 times the rental agreement cost, 2) Personal invite from an already established resident, or 3) be white.

I think the one thing about the place that really got me laughing was not just that they have speakers hiding in bushes all over the complex, pumping out Easy Listening music all day...it's that on the day I arrived, they were playing a stomache churningly bad, elevator-music style version of Auld Lang Syne.