Haunted...
My sweet elderly neighbor lady was telling me today how glad she is to have me living in the apartment. She says that I'm so much better than the last guy that lived there, the drug dealer, that killed himself in my bedroom.
cough. excuse me? I ask.
Oh, don't worry, honey, she tells me. He just overdosed intentionally, there wasn't a gun involved or anything.
Yeah, my neighborhood rocks. Alright, I won't pretend to be bummed about the haunted apartment. We all know that I live for this kind of thing. However, I haven't seen signs of him yet, but I haven't spent too much time there yet, either. I'll keep you guys posted.
cough. excuse me? I ask.
Oh, don't worry, honey, she tells me. He just overdosed intentionally, there wasn't a gun involved or anything.
Yeah, my neighborhood rocks. Alright, I won't pretend to be bummed about the haunted apartment. We all know that I live for this kind of thing. However, I haven't seen signs of him yet, but I haven't spent too much time there yet, either. I'll keep you guys posted.