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I heard the toilet flush twice up there. What the hell? Was he trying to flush a body down? Or did his bladder hold the urine equivalent of an Olympic swimming pool and he was forced to flush twice lest he swim in his own piss? Those were the thoughts I was pondering before I heard the bellowing.
The oldest voice in the Universe with a sandpaper lined throat was bellowing. Was that his voice? The mad scientists? No, couldn't be. That guy muttered.
The dominant word from the sand paper king was Coffee. He didn't need coffee, he needed a few hundred throat lozenges. Hell, line his throat with vasoline, something is wrong with it. I shook my head and grabbed my broom, without realizing that the bellowing had stopped I gave the ceiling above me several good jabs. Well...maybe they will continue to stop bellowing now...guess I should have been more patient before I decided to joust with the crappy sheet rock job up there.
Sighing I refilled my own coffee cup then sat back down to listen.
Thursday, February 25, 2010
Tuesday, February 23, 2010
Continued....
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My alarm had gone off an hour ago. I am showered, dressed and ready to leave for work when I hear the thumping upstairs. What's he doing up? He was never up this early, unless he's staggering off for his mid sleep pee. I dismiss big foot stomping around his apartment upstairs. That was almost normal behavior for the people that lived in this dive. No ability to walk like a normal human, everything is stomping around and yelling as many f-bombs as possible. Of course the big foot upstairs that pissed all the time didn't yell like a drunken sailor. That made him weird for this place. I think he's a mad scientist. That's the only excuse for how quiet he is...and probably therein lies the reason he has to pee all the time.
Yeah, the plumbing in this dump sucks, but it's cheap, the cockroaches obey simple commands and the pimps are afraid of sunlight. Can't beat that. I find myself listening, sounds like he's talking to someone up there...maybe he's mumbling to himself...hmm...I don't have to leave for work yet...
My alarm had gone off an hour ago. I am showered, dressed and ready to leave for work when I hear the thumping upstairs. What's he doing up? He was never up this early, unless he's staggering off for his mid sleep pee. I dismiss big foot stomping around his apartment upstairs. That was almost normal behavior for the people that lived in this dive. No ability to walk like a normal human, everything is stomping around and yelling as many f-bombs as possible. Of course the big foot upstairs that pissed all the time didn't yell like a drunken sailor. That made him weird for this place. I think he's a mad scientist. That's the only excuse for how quiet he is...and probably therein lies the reason he has to pee all the time.
Yeah, the plumbing in this dump sucks, but it's cheap, the cockroaches obey simple commands and the pimps are afraid of sunlight. Can't beat that. I find myself listening, sounds like he's talking to someone up there...maybe he's mumbling to himself...hmm...I don't have to leave for work yet...
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