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Deal With The Devil: The Fall Of The Lazy Laundriers
Jul 27th
You all know the tale of the Lazy Laundriers. These two wretched people were a burden on my existence. A few days ago, I was outside smoking when I noticed the LL’s car door was ajar. (when is a door not a door? When it’s ajar). I could have been the kind neighbor and relayed the message to them but I didn’t. Before the angel on my right (or is it left) shoulder could tell me to tell them, the male LL came out of the apartment with a box. First thing I thought of was, “Holy Laundry, Batman! They’re moving!” He packed the box, closed the door, and went back indoors. Moments later, he returned to the car with yet another box. The angels were singing, God was smiling on me that day. A dream I had since the first day these two came a part of my life was finally coming true. I wonder why they moved out? There could be many reasons. Maybe their lease was up. Maybe they were evicted for not paying rent. Or maybe it was something else. And I know why. (more…)
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A Ghost Story
Jun 24th
I have mentioned Carlos many times. He is the man that lives below me. I have yet to ever meet him. I don’t ever plan on it either. It’s not that I hate this man, I just find his stubbornness annoying as hell. I am appalled that he doesn’t like my taste in music. He’s always pounding on the ceiling. That’s usually a message to, “turn that crap off.” So I do. I respect the people that live around me. I might not be very fond of Needle Nancy, Tramp Stamp, and the Lazy Laundriers. They are a strange bunch. Even the dead zombie wife, Claudia doesn’t give me that much grief. But Carlos, well let me tell you about him.
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Dead Zombie Wife
Mar 26th
Poe wrote a story about a man who killed his wife and stuffed her in the wall. The story is fiction but I believe life can imitate art. I recently moved into a new place. It’s a very nice place. It’s large, it’s quiet, and the area is safe. Like Poe, I have my own black cat. I have not yet seen this black cat but it is becoming somewhat of a nuisance. I have dubbed this nuisance, Carlos. Carlos is the man living below me. He has a litter himself. They run wild, cry, and cause me grief. Some kids need to be put down or do what the narrator of “the black cat” wanted to. Finish it off with an axe to the head. I am not one to condoned violence. I would never hurt a child or another human being. It is not in my nature. But I would like to put my foot somewhere inside Carlos.
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