Additional reasons your apartment maintenance man hates you, now with pictures!
Since our last installment, I have snapped a couple of pictures of some of the higher points of my day. This is what I like to call “Job security.” As long as you fine folks keep behaving like such, I should be able to ink out some sort of living.
Aside from the foul smells, most of this doesn’t really bother me. It’s fairly interesting to see how people live. The only real sad thing I keep thinking of is that they had an infant living in absolute filth. Very sad. It’s like watching the little starving Ethiopian kid on TV with Suzanne Summers.
So without further ado…
Aside from about 10 pairs of latex gloves, the only other casualty of the day was my sense of smell. Oh the smell!
Good times!
