The show's last season was supposed to be the last season, but we dragged it into another season. By the time we were about to finish the last season and go our separate ways, the three of us—my brother, my sister, and his girlfriend—had our TV series bought out by another network and approved for another final season. Still, as soon as the new contract was negotiated between these shows, everything was seemingly turned upside down.
To begin with, the location in which the show was filmed was no longer acceptable despite meeting everyone's needs. The only problem was that it wasn't up to the standards of some individuals' likings. The claims ranged from there beingn't enough room to the pigeons taking over. Not to mention that the surrounding supporting cast was less than mentionable, and the only time they were featured as cast members was during conflicts.
Adding a cat to the cast was problematic, to say the least. No one wanted a cat on set, nor did they want to entertain the idea of a cat, and those who would like an enormous amount of money left us wondering how we were going to come up with the initial amount, let alone make it month to month and still shoot the show two brothers and an apartment. Worse, the fact that the new location was even further than the last one made getting to the set extremely difficult. Needless to say, that did not pan out.
What could appropriately be called "The Cat Driving the Bus." This four-part mini-series was becoming until we decided where we were going, and what we were doing was quickly becoming a bad joke. Because of the cat, we were being pushed into a corner of having to buy something instead of rent to accommodate the cat and everyone. To me, buying a house right now was a joke that was being taken seriously. The market favors the seller, not the buyer, and with little to pick from, you are either looking at a Cracker Jack house or a house that needs a lot of work. The worry is that a house built in 1920 will have electrical or plumbing issues and will require major repairs at some point. The other thing to consider is how much and how soon cash will need to be infused into the set. All that aside this plan called for a four year plan. A plan that isn't necessarily conducive when you look at everything we hope to attempt in the season let along the how we want to end the run of their series.
The script calls for my brother to go to college and finish his degree in engineering. As for his girlfriend, I don't know her plans, but I know they are big—or, as she puts it, she has plans, too. One of the original ideas was to buy a house and, in five to six years, flip it at a profit and walk away. I mentioned that we are looking at an election and other economic uncertainty in four years. Another argument I made is that the amount of money I would be forking over is necessarily the amount of money quoted since the bills will be for a house and not an apartment. What really pushed me over the edge was the conversation of the set. When new furniture and other amenities were brought up, the idea was floated that I help buy new furniture, and that if I thought purchasing a beer refrigerator was a good idea, then I could help and buy a new one altogether and have the old one out in the garage as the "Beer Fridge." Although the beer fridge might not be practical, it was an incredible thought, but what set me was that I had already been shooting down when it came to hanging up my lamp was no, and when it came to the candles, those too were a step in there wrong direction.
After a conversation with my cast member, the fact that they controlled two-thirds of the vote became painfully apparent, and worse, if I were to join them in their new adventure, I would only find myself with less of a voice than I found myself with. After nearly ten years, I lost virtually everything and found myself living in a studio apartment called my bedroom. I can't imagine what might be in store for me if I sign up for a season of this new hybrid show we will call the Race and Brittney show.
After roughly twelve years, Two Brothers and an Apartment ends. Something I wasn't expecting was how the ending was beginning to unfold. Now I understand why or how some TV shows come to an end, often with terrible endings that leave us thinking I could have written something better. I jokingly posted the picture of Stalin, Roosevelt, and Churchill at the Yalta conference, deciding the post-war landscape of Europe. Then, everything considered, I made the analogy of Japan walking out of the League of Nations over the incident in Manchuria. Although I wasn't expecting the conversation, that was the last day in May. Apparently, we were both on the same page; as much as I was looking to move out alone, so were they. Despite everyone thinking we needed to move together for one more year and make a go of it then, this has become the year of last-minute expirations.
Churchill and Roosolvet's plan was to buy a house and move out into it to have an investment. The argument was that having an investment was better than having nothing to show after spending all that money. I argued that we had plenty to show for it: trips, no debt or sunk costs in broken appliances, and the gift of central air and heating. He rebutted by saying that all he had was memories, and those didn't pay the bills. Churchill argued that they wanted something they could live in and make money on in the long run. I thought to myself, you're only making money if you buy the property and keep it in the immediate condition you get it in, provided that it is already at that level. Second, you have to increase the property value from what it is. The other side of the equation is the market has to be there. Even if the market is there and you spend 20k and only sell it for 30k more, you're not doing yourself a service or any favors.
I wish the best for the two, but I know my worries are rooted in solid concern, especially when they also entertain a dog, a cat, and a potential two-dog family. The biggest concern is the future opportunity cost. Considering everything everyone is attempting to accomplish and do, buying a house and being stuck in one place isn't the logical place to start. My argument centers around the idea that knocking on the house is an anchor if the perfect job or career arises. I also mentioned that the things he wants to do and become are not here but somewhere else. People tell me about my purpose, goals, directions, and adventures and how I need to leave and do my own thing, and I agree; it's just my path is a little more precocious than most.
I have this excellent winter plan that I want to accomplish and pull off that will center around my art and travels. I have lots to achieve and do and become in that period—the Winter Film Festival. I think the other thing is that I want to buy property and have it managed and remodeled in Kyoto, Japan. Now I have to make that a reality and become everything I know I am capable of and of becoming. May art be my blueprint for the existence of my being and my sense of self. I will make the rest of the dream a reality from this juncture.