It's a tiny little division of Shangri-La. However, it's next to a nest of would-be hookers and stoners. They are an awesome source of entertainment. We've lived here for a week, and already we've had a guy pee on the other side of the fence. At the moment, the Head Hooker (for so I have named her) is arguing with the Subservient Stoner about when dinner was promised versus when it was delivered to the table.
These people are living on Pop-Tarts and Cheetos. How hard can it be?
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