Black Lagoon and growing up

I'd forgotten how pointlessly violent and how try-hard bad ass this anime was.  I'm not hating, merely stating.  It's amazing what growing up does to a person.

I've recently acquired my first property, a quiet townhouse two streets back from the beach.  My partner and I have called it Atrium.  It's pretty sweet.  I can't believe the bank trusts me enough to lend me hundreds of thousands of dollars.  Of course, I didn't tell them about that incident last month where I almost starved because I prioritized collector's edition rum (no joke.  Rum's gotten fancy) over groceries.  It has high ceilings, white walls, and weird gaps between the wall and ceiling of two bedrooms that makes the whole place more open than I prefer...

But  back to the point of growing up.

I think my teenage self would deliver a swift kick to my older self's backside for not immediately attacking the walls with sample pots of paint.

Ten years ago, I would have died at the opportunity to own my own place because I could put up whatever I bloody wanted on the walls!  Better yet, I could paint what I bloody wanted straight onto the endless white canvas!

Now, I'm thinking that I'll need to rent this thing out in 2 years and so if I deface it, I'm only going to have to get someone to repaint it.

Damn.  I totally get Peter Pan's deal now.