I used to hang out at a good bar. It had everything: a long history, ambient despair, determined alcoholism people seemed to truly enjoy, disturbingly beautiful women roaming through a comfortable distance, queer birds with queerer histories, regulars who suddenly die from third world ailments, and a fantastic bartender who treated regulars like royalty and strangers with amusing disdain.
In the last Housing Story, my annoying upstairs neighbor, Johnny, fell off the roof of my tenement building while renovating his fire-damaged apartment, and I at long last got a legal lease for mine.
Its New Years Eve of the Milennium, and myself, my girlfriend Sally, and our dog Buster, are on our way to a party. Its a small town in Idaho, and weve been stopped by the local police, because my headlight was out. Its almost midnight.
Characters: Sarge In charge of unit, is only a head. Vinny Detective, no legs, on skateboard Ronnie Detective, morbidly obese Jones Assistant to Sarge, deaf mute Herr Detective
With the grim housing situation in NY leaving so many looking for an affordable place to live, Ive decided to tell a cheery apartment tale.
I awoke this morning to find that none of the many irritants in the world irritated me any more.Great! I said. Its about time.
On New Years Eve of the millennium, I realized that I would always feel ridiculous.
0) I decide to do my taxes myself this year, to save money, and be less ignorant about them. And I still owe my accountant for doing last years taxes.