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Dadygoose Member
since 2010-01-01
Posts 162A Communist country |
Living Rot I call a cab to the Oak Hill medical building, where I have to see someone. Then after the taxi drives off I realize it is the wrong place. Everything is strange and unfamiliar. I ask if this is the medical center and am told that, no, This is the xxxx xxxx apartments. It is a trashy apartment complex and everything is rot and all overgrown with wild, bad-smelling weeds growing in profusion all over everything so nothing is visible or apparent. It seems that the apartments are in there, among the disorderly weeds somewhere and that the tenants there are all dirt poor. I hear fragments of stories describing just how run down poor they are. It seems I once lived in a tiny dwelling in there. One doesn’t have a job and had to hoc her television. Others are all run down and don’t have jobs and have had to hoc things. Everything and everyone is dirty, smelly, Infested, shrouded in overwhelming, living rot. But the tenants are nice and I ask them Could they call another cab for me. I have to ask them what is the address there, since I don’t even know where I am, and a tenant gives the taxi dispatcher the correct location. They set me in a chair, and when the taxi shows up, They roll me out to the car. I get in and the driver, very surprised to see me, Says: Jaime, what are you doing HERE, apparently as appalled as I am That I’m in such a weird place as this, But I don’t know why. I am greatful to be back in civilization. I keep checking the time. I’m going to be late for the medical appointment. Hey, nobody's human! |
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