sometimes you ‘gotta move

the gas was cut off at Darren’s. David gave me a call and suggested I stay in his place for the remainder of the month since he’s moved north to Queens with his girl. I said sure. It’s not so much the dirt, if that had been the situation I think the roommates here would’ve moved out long ago. Asbestos. Sure. But no hot water! Eegads. To think that’s the final straw in a place like this. As if not being able to take a warm shower, while exposing yourself to countless carcinogens, is the real issue. Onward I say. Ripfest starts this weekend, it seems I’ll finally be meeting people my age outside of Arlington.