So recently I moved out of Normal Heights and into Ocean Beach. Technically it may be Pt. Loma but one of the nicer parts, not like Loma Portal where all of the bums hang out. Anyways, I moved in with a mutual friend. Dave is cool and all but living with him I noticed a few things. First, he’s a compulsive liar. He just makes shit up, for no good reason even. And second, he’s a slob. Dave rarely does the dishes, and if it appears that he did the dishes they are probably just hidden under the sink, which is absolutely filthy by the way.
Like I said, I like Dave, but you’re 31 years old, clean up your act already. None of this is too big of deal I guess though, I am only home when I am sleeping usually. He has friends over often, and they are quite LOUD, but I’m a heavy sleeper so whatever. I mean hey, it’s his place too.
Funny thing, I have been seeing these ridiculous fiction novels laying around the pad. One in particular, “Beastmaster Circus,” has been sitting around for weeks. It was sitting on the coffee table before I even moved in. Truthfully I’ve never seen him reading it, and with a title like that I can understand why…
Also, my room is TINY! I’ve seen prisoners with nicer living quarters than this, and often times they have cable tv! REALLY! There’s your tax dollars hard at work people. My room has got to be less than 100 sq ft. I had to make a special wooden stand for my bed that was elevated like 4 ft off the ground just to store my stuff. But the view is nice.
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