This is a picture of my ghetto. I am getting a real taste of L.A. I get woken up by produce and ice cream trucks and loud Mexican music. We are also constantly getting drafts of marijuana, cloves and cigarette smoke in our apartment from our neighbors, who also beat their 4 children. The boyfriend of our neighbor is in jail and their "stolen car" has finally left our carport. Our apartment building is constantly getting tagged by gangs. If it is painted over, they will retag it by the end of the day. We also have lots of street rats running around. We have adopted them and have them over to make cookies, Christmas decorations, and cards. We also occasionally help Dyamon (the leader of the street rats) with her homework. We have rules in our apartment:
1. No bad words
2. No hitting, fighting or biting
3. No going back in our rooms.
What a fun place to live!
1 comment:
Good rules!
I was tired of telling you guys to keep the door open. “No going back in rooms” is a good one.
How bout these rules you might want to consider as an amendment to your constitution. Consider the following:
- To give all respect to Branagan, and not push him down, not pull his hair, and not spit on his shoes.
- To not become one of “those couples” that forgets about their extended family members.
- To not try to set Branagan up on any blind dates just because he’s single and the other person is single so automatically “they are perfect for one another”.
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