deep in the bowels
yeah, so i retrieved my laundry that was stolen from me, from the laundramat, and i mean a borken down laundramat that is lawless as hell. so the people at the laundramat said they knew where the person lived who took my laundry (by accident), and i had to go deep in the bowels of this tenement style building to get it. After speaking spanish to people who spoke only Portuguese I arranged that i'd come back at 7pm to get my shit. And low and behold a plastic bag of my stuff was there waiting for me on the stairwell. I chucked out some miscillenious stuff, like some underwear, and when i got back to my apt i had to chuck out a pair of panties, i don't think i'll need them.. but yeah, i got my stuff back, most if it at least, and i'm whole again. I mean not knowing where your clothes is is like not knowing where you are, if you know what i mean....