broken doors
Don't bother reading this. Im writing for me as something to do. I am not writing well or writing funny.I decided that I should look at more places before forking over the money for that place but so far the first place is the best one. I went to see a room today in an old brick building, which from the outside, came off as very romantic. The matron of the house seemed personable enough, if somewhat ?. Inside the place was run down and smelled of stale smoke. She led me to down a hall and then another. The second hall seemed to be through a closet door; it was not the sort of hall you would expect to walk to on your way to a bedroom; it had a utility room vibe. There were broken mirrors propped up against the walls. The room itself was small and plain. It was in the basement and there was a window but the light from outside was mostly obscured by some sort of large metal thing. There was a single bed, a small desk and dresser inside of it. All of the furniture looked as though it was picked up off someone elses lawn on garbage day. She led me to common area where a woman was making toast. The appliances in the kitchen appeared as tho they were dumpster dive specials as well but it didn't really bother me. What was depressing about the whole room was the complete lack of natural light. It reminded me of a waiting room. Down further from the kitchen I saw a woman walk out of her room. Her hair was dishevelled and she was wearing pyjamas. I think she spooked me out more than anything else in there. Her shoulders were bent over and she drug her feet, her eyes seemed glazed as well; like a dead person whose body wouldn't quit going through the motions. A ZOMBIE YO!
Anyway that was place was super cheap but I would totally kill myself if I lived there so I guess I wont. Also it had bathroom that was up this half set of stairs with a shower inside it that was way shorter than I am and a very depressing "tv" room. I dunno. The whole place reminded me of living inside a month old coffee cup that had been since turned into an ashtray.
I went to see another place this afternoon which I sort of didnt even want to see in the first place because I felt as though the landlady was crazy. I went to see it because I was telling myself that I should because maybe I was beinf racist that she sounded crazy but whatever she is crazy I am pretty sure. She told me to go meet a tenant there to show me the place. She told me to ring and left a sign on teh door that said BE PATIENT! the tenenant who met me was a young biy who had locked himself out of his room I just stood in the hall with him and was like umm well is it your room that I am supposed to see and he is like umm yeah but it is not available till may. I asked if she was crazy and he kinda pointed at this closet or possible door to the basement and goes "smell that smell?" and I am like "yeah" and he says "that's the smell of crazy" anyway, I left. I dont want to live there. My bet is that she will probably call me again. |
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