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Struggling (and more often fighting) writer by trade, and office monkey when I need to pay my bills. It's an enviable life.
I know, you're probably a little jealous now.
It's perfectly understandable.

June 2, 2006

The plot thickens...


Was returning home just now after an evening with chums (I've been invited to Thailand -- anyone got an inside scoop on cheap flights to Bangkok in November?).

As I walked up the street, I recognized one of the old men who previously lived next door, drunkenly tottering with his his usual bag of newspapers/misc. paper products.

Then he quickly ducked between the houses... seemingly into his old driveway, yet when I looked down the strech of property, I did not see him.

What I did see was small lights coming from the basement of the supposedly "empty" house next door. I also remember my neighbour from the other side mentioning something about squatters living there.

It is my firm belief that despite the city shutting down the house, evicting the tenants (due to massive health violations -- including the ownership of 30+ unhealthy and uncared for cats) and boarding up the front door, that the old men are still living there.

And while I do support cheap housing and such, I feel torn. These men are obviously not capable of taking care of themselves. Do I report? Ignore? Gossip with the neighbours?

All I know is that it is late, and I have to work tomorrow -- temping and doing some absolutely painful data entry.

It's good for me. Keeps me in touch with normies.

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