Been trying to track down North County Storage for days now.
Nothing.
No business records. No old listings. No address. No photos.
It’s like the place vanished sometime before the internet existed and took every trace of itself with it.
Which honestly probably just means it went out of business decades ago and all the paperwork ended up rotting in some county basement.
Still aggravating as hell.
I’ve spent way too many nights digging through archived phone directories and old property records trying to find one stupid storage unit tied to one stupid key I found in the bottom of a footlocker.
Starting to feel ridiculous.
Beginning to understand how people end up with entire garages full of newspaper clippings and string diagrams.
Honestly, this is probably why my wife left me.
I get ahold of something and turn into a damn dog with a bone.
Needed to get out of the house tonight before I completely disappeared up my own ass with this thing.
Problem is there are basically only two places to get a drink around here anymore.
One is the nightclub downtown where everybody’s about nineteen years old and the music sounds like industrial equipment having a seizure.
The other is the American Legion.
My grandfather was a member there for years, so after he passed I ended up joining the Sons of the American Legion.
Mostly because it felt wrong not to.
So Legion it is.
At least there you can still hear yourself think.