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You have to understand that I have been sleeping until very late in the morning for the last month or so - no school, no job to get up early for, the book is finished. Which is why it was so unusual to see the dim grey walls of the single storey house the six of us are renting out, at eight in the morning. Four of us share one of the bathrooms, since Kyle and Chelsea have their own on the other side of the house (more like other side of Chris' door). I thought it was Montana getting ready for school, and I prayed he wasn't about to hop in the shower because I really, really had to pee. I hear the pitter patter of feet go down the hallway into the kitchen, so I peel out my and Kevin's room as fast as the broken door will let me and into the bathroom. I squat as usual because I don't want my nice room temperature bum on the ice cold seat any more than I have to deal with the freezing floor on my toes. I notice the window is open.
There's always a problem with the bathroom, by the way - the window won't open; it won't close; the condensation from the melting snow outside causes black mold to form on the windowsills and on the shower ceiling; the floors are always wet and causing red rust? mold? corrosive dust? behind the toilet. The kitchen has its own problems - at least now the neighbours across the way don't stare at us through their windows; the sink and dish washing machine drain have stopped overflowing onto the floor; the new roommates don't leave dirty dishes on the counter for three weeks.
In any case, I take a sniff and it smells like the guy before me took a very disgusting smelling dump and tried to cover it up by opening the window to make it even colder in there. I sniff again and realize it's actually smoke that I'm smelling. In my half awake daze I panic a little, but then realize it's cigarette smoke. Now, I can deal with smelling pot indoors but not cigarettes. It smells fucking awful in there. I'm still squatting and I hear the pitter patter go in to see Kevin. I arrive to see Chris in his boxers, fresh drink in hand, completely wasted! He said he was sorry for the smoke in the bathroom but he just had to have one, and there was no way he was going outside to smoke looking like this, and, excuse me Natalie, but Kevin and I are trying to have a moment here? could you leave, please?
There's always a problem with the bathroom, by the way - the window won't open; it won't close; the condensation from the melting snow outside causes black mold to form on the windowsills and on the shower ceiling; the floors are always wet and causing red rust? mold? corrosive dust? behind the toilet. The kitchen has its own problems - at least now the neighbours across the way don't stare at us through their windows; the sink and dish washing machine drain have stopped overflowing onto the floor; the new roommates don't leave dirty dishes on the counter for three weeks.
In any case, I take a sniff and it smells like the guy before me took a very disgusting smelling dump and tried to cover it up by opening the window to make it even colder in there. I sniff again and realize it's actually smoke that I'm smelling. In my half awake daze I panic a little, but then realize it's cigarette smoke. Now, I can deal with smelling pot indoors but not cigarettes. It smells fucking awful in there. I'm still squatting and I hear the pitter patter go in to see Kevin. I arrive to see Chris in his boxers, fresh drink in hand, completely wasted! He said he was sorry for the smoke in the bathroom but he just had to have one, and there was no way he was going outside to smoke looking like this, and, excuse me Natalie, but Kevin and I are trying to have a moment here? could you leave, please?