...It Sounds Friendly Enough But For the Gulag-Effect
Above, I refer to My Own Private Hell (MOPH) as the Gulag-Effect, really it's more like Dante Alighieri's descent into "The Inferno." After reaching the 9th Ring, Dante was allowed to leave and write about his journey. I, however, am stuck here in this unsellable shit-hole reduced to blogging about living conditions that are tantamount to those previously seen only in black-&-white photographs of Russian prisons. Complete with foul, diseased air and no release date in sight.
I know, I know... Be grateful you have a roof over your head! There are people out there who live in their car (she shall remain nameless) as well as people (not just Trolls) who live under a bridge.
I know, I know... Be grateful you have a roof over your head! There are people out there who live in their car (she shall remain nameless) as well as people (not just Trolls) who live under a bridge.
The water stain on the -L- is the new, replaced ceiling (2010) only bigger, with a vengeance AND a sister-at-the-seam on the -R- where the new, replaced ceiling stopped.
I don't know, you tell me -- Would you rather live: a) Someplace where you can see what evil fungi is rotting the roof over your head; or b) Someplace where you know something is terribly wrong, you feel like shit, your grandson had an allergic reaction that almost sent him to the ER but you're restricted by the greedy, corrupt and morally bankrupt HOA and a Property Management Co. with a less-than stellar reputation?
If you chose a, I'm with you. If you chose b, I've got nearly 1,200 sq. ft. that I'll sell you "AS IS," for a song, in an upwardly mobile and growing neighborhood in the Clovis Unified School District.
