This passed weekend was spent taking trips back and forth between the two apartments. I know some close encounters, one Shilpi would love involved Jarett being interrogated in the elevator by Gita, my lovely Indian/Trinidadian neighbor.
Monday, I went home to sell my tables. I was home for literally an hour. In that time, I was cornered by a customer at the Crack Den across the hall....with the man who just purchased my tables waiting diligently by the elevator. The young crackhead kept saying, "what I got to do to get you to stay in touch with me when you move? We gonna be friends?" He's saying all this while trying to back me into a corner. I menacingly pushed my nightstand toward him as though I was about to run him over, which got him out of the way. Then, hunchback told me to come to his apartment because his wife "has something for me" so I can "make a lot of money" - I think he's referring to suing over Caliope's wrongful death. I can't even fathom wanting to do that. I just want to be moved and get the hell out of Dodge.
Yesterday, I went home for a while to do laundry and pack some more. I kept reassuring Kielbasa that tomorrow (today) he would be moving to Jarett's, I think he was excited.
The same crackhead was back, he asked me when I was moving. I said nothing. I'm really worried for my TV. Gita gave me crap in the lobby about moving, again. She said just because "some" of the people are bad here, doesn't mean they all are. I shot her a death look and left the elevator. I also saw that surprise surprise, but the adolescent girl who threatened me and "ain't scared of white people" - is the daughter of the Angry Pantsless Wonder. The whole family was in the elevator, and when they got off it literally shifted up from all the weight. It takes every once of strength I possess NOT to spit in their ugly faces when I see them.
Everyone keep their fingers crossed my dresser fits in Jarett's car, I'm tired of living out of a suitcase and I want my stuff out of that hellhole.
1 comment:
omg finally! What are you going to write about once you've left the apartment and all it's flavor behind?
I'm so happy for you! Good luck and remember....it's not easy living with a dude, but just close your eyes, count to ten (often) and you'll be okay!
Happy Thanksgiving!
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