Apartment Antics and/or Atrocities Admittedly I live an interesting little community. There is the man two doors down in a two bedroom with a roommate whose exwife and her five kids just moved in. There is Herb downstairs who is the eyes and ears of the complex except when hes asleep. There is Bill next door whose diabetes is so ridiculously out of control that he requires an ambulance every two weeks. There is the girl downstairs who lives with her mother who wanders around the complex (its a small one) listening to the voices and occasionally sitting on the sidewalk and blocking the path. There is the drunk next door who aint smoking nothing, who plays his music too loud and walks around the complex with a machete, for support And of course there is the drunk couple who engage in loud arguments and occasionally fisticuffs. There must be a full moon coming. At seven this morning, the machete neighbor was hammering on our shared dining room wall. For thirty minutes. The five kids two doors down have been arguing outside. A lot. The girl hearing voices apparently thought she heard my daughter call her a word that rhymes with stitch as Kristen walked by her apartment today. From inside the apartment behind a closed door. And she came outside to discuss this with her. The diabetic neighbor wanted to know if I had any bread. So he could make a mayonnaise sandwich because he doesnt get any money til tomorrow and he had no food. When I asked where his son was who lives with him, he said in jail. Because he coldcocked one of the drunks downstairs. And all this was today. I wonder what they think of me...
Posted on: Mon, 06 Oct 2014 00:35:44 +0000
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