Monday, March 1, 2010
Way back when I was 25 (2008) I made a book called "Lovers In Love Loving The Love They Love To Love." I made 100 copies with cardstock covers. Then 100 with just white xerox paper. 200 copies is way too many, and I'm still sitting on the majority of the xerox printed ones. If anyone wants some (or all) of them, send me an email: firstname.lastname@example.org
Mold attacked our apartment, our landlords wouldn't do anything about it, so we decided health was a little more important than a big lawsuit in our favor. So we are all on the outs. While packing up our first load, the downstairs neighbors asked us why we were moving. When we told them, they took us inside and showed us the disgusting condition of the walls in their home. The grandparents' room has a leak above the ceiling that has resulted in a big, nasty molded over spot. They told us that the landlord has always just painted over the mold on the wall, and if it ruined any portion the walls or ceiling they would just cut out the damaged spot and patch it. Then to justify any thought we have ever had about our apartment being built on a pile of shit, they showed us photos of the basement of our house - apparently the landlords had just sealed up some weird trap door. The downstairs neighbors broke through when the stench became overwhelming and unveiled what was literally a ground made of shit and walls made of flies from both rats and what appeared to be a busted sewer pipe. The pictures were gnarly, I could only imagine what it was like in real life. We told them about the S.F. Tenant's Rights Union, and that we have both the Department of Building Inspection and the Health Inspectors on the way over later this week and that they are more than welcome to invite them in. BUT ANYWAYS, Adrienne and I are staying in the Sunset, but moving closer to Golden Gate Park. Aaron moved to the Castro, and Wade found a place in the Marina. I am sad that our wonderful roommate situation has ended, but will always have the memories... memories on a foundation of shit.
Bye Bye Number B!!