The second decision is not so easy. Tonight when I was walking Rusty down the road, I heard some loud yelling and swearing. I wasn't wearing my glasses, so it took me a minute to locate the source. Now this past summer, I mentioned the crack house across the street. Well, karma is a beautiful thing and the person I suspected was selling drugs over there has been in jail since late summer on a burglary charge. So all has been quiet. And the tenement on the corner? It would seem all the screamers moved out recently. So like I said, things have been very quiet here. But back to the yelling. I saw the guy who lives a few doors down from me hanging out his front door smoking and yelling and screaming back in at his family. He went back inside, only to come tearing back out, flinging the screen door open very wide so it hit the side of the house, slamming the inside door violently and screaming at the top of his lungs "I have to
As much as I love my apartment, I am hoping that at this time next year I will be in a position to move back out to the country, or at least the 'burbs.