No Place Like Home

Well, I've been turned down by everyone for an apartment.

I must be a bad person, or have too much bad Karma. It's not enough anymore that you need a place to stay, and are a good tenant.

I remember my first apartment. I just walked up to the door after seeing a sign stuck in the grass outside. I talked to an elderly lady who only needed to call my current boss to see if I had a job, and bingo, next day, I had a home. That was it.

Nowadays, they hand you a gauze and a scalpel to get a piece of skin off the back of your neck for study. Any animal you own is the devil incarnate bent on destruction. Do I go to church? Am I a communist sympathizer? Does this look infected? Do I own David Haselhoff records?

But, like many times in my life when it's the blackest, something turns up: My current landlord didn't know I wanted to stay here, and how long I've been here (10 years). She thought, getting all those calls from various potential landlords, I was planning to skip town without payment. I guess I don't blame her: The history of these apartments haven't been stellar. I think sometimes the place was built over a sacred Indian burial ground.

I remember the "Battling Lesbians" next door. They would always scream so loud at each other that you could just sit on the stairs and enjoy the show. One of them spent all the rent money on beer! And they had a knock down drag out fight all over the kitchen until one of them sat on the other until they gave up.

I remember the "Terminal Man" below me. He'd get an ambulance and firetruck brigade to his house 2-3 times a week. I'd been in my computer desk when the whole room is illuminated with red and blue strobes. At least once a week, he'd be carried out on a strecher. And then be back a few days later with his carton of smokes and a pabs blue ribbon 12 pack in tow...

I remember "Drunk Lady". With her charming recitation of "I'm the bitch?! I'm the BITCH?!! YOU"RE THE BITCH!!" at 3am. Instead of the ambulances 2-3 times a week, we'd get squad cars. One day I was coming home and a mostly naked man carrying his pants ran past me out of her apartment and off into the park across the street...Quickly followed by drunk lady, branishing a knife and cursing up a storm. You only see things like this on TV!

...And no one stayed past a few months. I've been in the same place for almost ten years.

Anyway, I told the landlady I wasn't gonna just split, I just didn't want to be left out in the cold come February. And told her I'd been here for about a decade. She seemed relieved... And offered me the apartment two doors down for only $50 dollars more than I'm paying, for a year!

Well, I'm needless to say, very relieved myself!

End result, I'll have a place to stay very much like my old place. Moving will be a breeze as it's only two doors down. And the place has new appliances and wall heating units ta boot. Not bad!

So, for all my good friends in City of Heroes who haven't seen me online that much, I'll be back as usually in February (once I get cable to install some new plugs).

Sorry this wasn't too entertaining, but for me, a boring day is a non-stressful day. And, with all I've been through, I need more boring-ass days in my life! Drama sux.