Corpse Grinder
I feel like I’ve been holding my breath for a week. Will the fucking government ever respond to my goddamn counter-offer or what! Outrage.
I got a notice today that one of my neighbors, Ida, had died in her apartment. She was one of the old people living in my building, unfortunately she was the only one that was actually cool to talk to. Unlike the gossipmonger Shirley, and the scornfully judgmental Carol, Ida always just had cool stuff to talk about. I was busting her balls just two weeks ago because she was putting pink and white tile throughout her apartment.
Ida “Oooh, these colors are going to look just wonderful!”
Me “Ida!? Haha.. Pink and white? Those are old people colors, it looks like a prom dress!”
Ida “Well that’s what I want so that’s what I’ll get, and prom dresses are meant to go on the floor anyway!”
We both laughed pretty good. Little did I know that those colors would also be the last thing she stared at into infinity. Drowned by a prom dress. Now I have no allies here at the complex. Ida was the only other person with a soul here, and now its just me and a bunch of old bitter abandoned women. They all get together, like a circle of crows, and talk shit on me. Everything about me is discussed and picked apart by the old hags. Its like living under a magnifying glass.
I finished my write up for my adventure to L.A. a couple weeks ago. I’ve been slacking off on it because I suck, but I think that more than a lot of the crap I post here I have actually offered something of merit. Check it out here.
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