I’m being evicted. The landlord has had enough of the late or non existant payments and the damage that’s been done to his property.
I’ve done my best to board up the broken windows and put newspaper over the holes in the wall but there’s only so much you can do.
The bare bulbs swinging from the ceiling expose more than just the physical ills of the place.
I survey the dirt and the filth, I’m up to my ankles in empty bottles and pizza boxes. There’s mud and God knows what ground into the threadbare carpets. This is my life.
If you stand dead still and wait you can hear the cockroaches and the lice crawling and scratching in the walls.
I know I’ll miss the place when I’m gone.
2 comments:
that sucks. you should bury your landlord beneath the floorboards.
I prefer to bury the corpses under the patio, saying that, it does get expensive, repaving it every 6 months or so.
maybe I'll eat him instead.
email me if you want to come over for a curry in the near future, I'm gonna have a lot to get through.
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