Tuesday night it became official when I sold my bed. I'm living with
Jarett. Right now, though, my stuff is still living with Kielbasa. Who has the apt to himself. I'm hoping he gets all the barking out of his system there so when we officially smuggle him into
Jarett's no one notices for awhile. I go home to sell more stuff, feed and love the dog, and then go back to
Jarett's.
Yet still, in that time, a woman yelled at me for coming out of the elevator.
And I got a nose bleed...I think there might be some of kind of poison oozing from the walls, Amityville Horror style. We're just getting away with our lives.
15 days until the end of the Crackhouse.
1 comment:
You need to get that poor dog out of there before the same thing happens to him!
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