Today I witnessed a cocaine deal.
On my front yard.
So much for a quiet, safe neighborhood. Don't tell my parents. Daily I stand at the bus stop with sketchy characters and nightly I hear the yells of drunk people coming out the bar. Yesterday I even over heard a couple of guys plotting to break into a car. So do I ignore this?
Signing a lease is like making a deal with the devil. How could I know if I would be happy here? And now I'm not, but Lord knows I am stuck here until August of 2009. Maybe I should invest in a good can of mace and a nice pair of earplugs...
Friday, September 26, 2008
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