"The cock doth crow"
"To let you know,
If you be wise,
Tis time to rise."
Sorry about all your bleach, Edd, I was FUCKING UP GODDAMN PINCHER BUGS for a little while and got carried away, I guess. Hell, you know I'm good for it; I'll swing by the Walmart and fix you right up. ... Y'all got Walmarts in this crazy, fucked up town, right? ... Right?
No lies, right, but I'm hoping to jump-start my ass with a little revenue from this little to-do Roulette's cooking up, because I really need some space. No offense or nothing, like, Eddman, you've got a real nice little place, here, but I've been doing my refinery in the bathtub and that just ain't going to work because I got people busting in on me and you know I get jumpy and shit-- man, I ruined some shit today that was crystalizing so nice... I fucking cried a little bit, don't even mind telling you.
Anyway, I'm looking for an empty basement somewheres, right now; operations don't need much room at this point, obviously. ...Lord Jesus, whill somebody tell me when the "Warehouse district" does not actaully have any warehouses? What the fuck, though; it was all this gay artsy shit; I didn't know what the fuck was going on. Finally found an actaul industrail area, which is gi-goddamn-gantic-- won't need any shit that big for a while, I think.
But there was a nice little hovel way down 8th street under a crummy old appartement building, probably 800 square feet:
It's a basement so, yeah, there's the boiler-- see, up there in the corner, but whatever. It's got a toilet under the stairs and some industrial sinks and concrete floors-- none of that linolem shit-- which is more than fine to start with. In terms of ventilation, there's just a little window slat over the sinks and a vent or something by the boiler, but I somehow doubt that'll be sufficient. Anyway, shit's really more about assembly at this point; won't be manufacturing for a little while (save personal projects, shit like that).
I guess I'll... I dunno, go upstairs for showering and shit. Because there's no way I'm getting an apartement in addition to the basement, like, fuck that shit. I'll splurge for a mini fridge and a mattress on the ground... and fine a fucking ~throw rug~ or some shit if I get visitors.
Hope shit with Roulette works out or something... I really don't want to have to resort to heisting again; y'all know I was never any good at shit like that-- robbing banks, like, what the fuck, really.