The man ate some of my almonds as if I can actually afford to share my food. I didn’t say anything. He doesn’t know that I have less than twenty dollars for the remainder of the month. Even still, I don’t eat his food so why is he eating mine.
I’ll continue my complaining about him. I don’t like the fact that he’s a horrible housekeeper, doesn’t ever care for the yard and doesn’t have the tools for me to care for it. The yard looks so much better than it did but it still needs a hell of a lot of work. When he eats at the table he leaves his mess there. He leaves food spills on the table without wiping them up. He leaves food in the sink right on top of the garbage disposal without pushing it down and flipping the damn switch. He doesn’t throw away anything at all. He keeps all plastic bags. He keeps all junk mail, all empty bottles and cans. Now, all this stuff isn’t sitting around the house. The house isn’t junkie. The house is surprisingly clean for a hoarder. It’s the table that reflects his filth. I’m happy he’s not here more or this place would be a total pigsty. I listed the main problems this guy has and reading them it looks as if he’s a slob. He’s not. He is well put together but he doesn’t have common sense. He hikes, travels, works for a large publishing company, drives a nice little car and seems to be just fine with his family and his 2 girlfriends. He’s got a serious social life but some of his habits are just awful. How does this compare to where I use to live? It’s a hell of a lot better. No roaches, crackheads, people dropping dead of drug overdoses, drunkenness, hopelessness, despair, terminal mental illness nor the criminal element live next door or wander the hallways day and night. I would say I moved from crack alley to palace lane. The best thing about this house is that I have freedom. I don’t have those monthly housekeeping inspections or the monthly inspection for this, that and the other. My guests do not have to sign in at the front desk and show ID. My guests do not have to look left and right to stay one step ahead of people that want to rob them. There are no elevators to deal with which means there is no trek up 19 flights of stairs because the elevators are down AGAIN! I don’t have to worry about someone telling me I can’t get in the elevator unless I pay them with cash or cigs. I never did. I got in despite their threats. They stopped asking when they realized I wouldn’t be intimidated. When I take the dog out I don’t worry about passing by the guy next door who may become violent while hallucinating. I don’t worry so much. I smile here. That is something that didn’t happen much at the other place. I smile here, except for when he eats my almonds.
Austin’s August
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