a man has reduced (or in some minds) grown to be. i can't stop it. i didn't start it. i was around it. i had little to say about it. where does this shit come from? i remember drinking black label beer in his garage after his graduation party. he is the only person i ever knew that had their shit catered by KFC. weird. then it was called Kentucky Fried Chicken. i think it actually was chicken then. i can't be positive. original recipe. i thought extra tasty crispy was really where it was at. nobody ever wanted to get it. just original recipe. i'm not exactly sure how they made it anyhow. how do you get that much more breading on it? maybe you fry it once and dry it and dip it again and fry it again. i would imagine it would get tough as hell though. maybe it wasn't a layered thing at all. maybe the batter was just more dense. it's hard to say. anyway, the dude i know wet his bed. why do i even ask the question? it doesn't matter. i know he did. he used to sleep only on the couch, he would piss the couch. what a shit head, pissing on the couch where people sat and watched television and played video games and drank 40s and smoked carton upon carton of cigarettes. i lived with him for two years i think. it was toxic.
in our first apartment (we lived in two together), he paid rent and would hang out there but always slept at home. i never fucking got that. we got into this huge fight with our other roomate tim. tim was a cool dude. he was so touchy though. he would get so fucking mad about the dumbest shit. finally one day he got all hacked off on account that the dishes weren't done and he wrote this fucked up note basically telling us that we had to move out. fuck it, we moved out. it was cheaper to move to the apartments across the street anyway. we did. man what a shithole that place was.
i lived in 3 different apartments in the village. that's what the complex was called, the village. it was a haunting tree covered hospice for the trashiest people to congregate in. it was cheap, not inexpensive..cheap. the water was so hard that the toilet was almost always stained orange. if you washed your clothes in the laundry facility there, your whites would turn a bit rusty. it didn't matter much with your jeans or corduroys(depending on the color). anyway, back to the other part. we were thinking about re-signing our lease. i had another mate that was going to move in with us. we were playing with the idea of getting a 2 bedroom. the one we had was a one bedroom, i slept in the bedroom. don slept in the living room/dining room/kitchen. i went to the rental office to express my desire. it turns out that they were fixing to put my shit out on the curb because the rent wasn't getting paid. now, how the fuck was that possible? i gave don money every month to pay the rent. he had a checking account, i had cash. the chick behind the counter told me that they hadn't received a rent payment in 3
in our first apartment (we lived in two together), he paid rent and would hang out there but always slept at home. i never fucking got that. we got into this huge fight with our other roomate tim. tim was a cool dude. he was so touchy though. he would get so fucking mad about the dumbest shit. finally one day he got all hacked off on account that the dishes weren't done and he wrote this fucked up note basically telling us that we had to move out. fuck it, we moved out. it was cheaper to move to the apartments across the street anyway. we did. man what a shithole that place was.
i lived in 3 different apartments in the village. that's what the complex was called, the village. it was a haunting tree covered hospice for the trashiest people to congregate in. it was cheap, not inexpensive..cheap. the water was so hard that the toilet was almost always stained orange. if you washed your clothes in the laundry facility there, your whites would turn a bit rusty. it didn't matter much with your jeans or corduroys(depending on the color). anyway, back to the other part. we were thinking about re-signing our lease. i had another mate that was going to move in with us. we were playing with the idea of getting a 2 bedroom. the one we had was a one bedroom, i slept in the bedroom. don slept in the living room/dining room/kitchen. i went to the rental office to express my desire. it turns out that they were fixing to put my shit out on the curb because the rent wasn't getting paid. now, how the fuck was that possible? i gave don money every month to pay the rent. he had a checking account, i had cash. the chick behind the counter told me that they hadn't received a rent payment in 3
