a short roommate gripe
By rmerwin
The driveway is cluttered again, with "necessities", of course a motorcycle, or most of one, WD-40, an ashtray, rags and a bucket used to wash a car sold two weeks ago. I walk past a burning cigarette, working it's way, like so many gone before it, slowly through the beam that makes up my freshly painted porch. As I work my way through the entry, I snag a thing or two I know won't be missed, and bury them quickly in the garbage. Why do these companies have to send me crap every day? Every flat surface in my home is covered by something. "Isn't coupon COLLECTOR a better description, dear?" I scrubbed the floor three days ago, but I dread to take off my shoes. How did I get here. In the hall bathroom, I just hook the underwear with the toe of my shoe, and lob it into the tub. Just what I needed, a roommate and a girlfriend. I'm going to a hotel. Written December 4th, 2001 © on Dec 03 2001 05:23 PM PST, Rick Merwin 0 • 10
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