This fucking placeĀ 

The day started with more sliding glass door banging upstairs. Joy. 

Then I heard from the cunt who used to live here, because the rent is late. 

I had driven that check to the closest post office to the landlord. So it’s worrisome that it’s been missing for several days. 

So fucking help me if I have to pay the late fee. I will make today’s shooting in San Bernardino look like a party at Chuck E. Cheese. 

In addition to banging all day, mom sent photos of the soapy water the half-wits upstairs threw onto our balcony. You know. Because they can’t flush it like the rest of us. 

The problem was that Kadie got soaked by it. Who knows if they use that nasty Fabuloso shit or lye or whatever. But Kadie is so upset and so is mom. 

I asked the useless bitch in the office to please tell those morons not to do that. I said they got my cat. And last I checked, I was excoriated for throwing seed to ducks over my balcony. Not potential poison. 

Useless bitch said she would forward my email. To whom? Santa Claus? 

I wrote back to inquire whether these are new neighbors or old. No reply. 

I open it up to the universe. Someone tell me exactly where to move next. State, city, neighborhood, building and unit. I will pay. I just can’t pick because whenever I think I can’t possibly do any worse, I always do. 

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