Apartment four I never even went into. I have no idea what lurked behind its citadel-inspired walls, but I don't want to living in a building where the first thing you see when you walk up to the front door is a gigantic metal sign that states:
NO SMOKING, DRINKING, TALKING, DISCUSSING, SITTING, LOITERING OR STAYING ON THE FRONT WALK OR STEPS.I like most of those things. Why can't I do them on the front step of my apartment building? No less repellent was the small sign taped to the inside of the glass
Please call 911 to remove any loitering persons from the stoop, even if they are residents of the building. The police are responsible for enforcing this code. Do not call the management.So what, I am going to pay to live in a police state? I think no.
Apartment El Cinco, as I call it, had a great location: directly across from the Consulate of Honduras, on 10th Street. I mean, the neighborhood was kind of crap, but it was so close to other neighborhoods, who cares, plus if I ever need some Honduran visa work done, I was in the right place. The building manager, Jose, was totally awesome too, and he gave me the lowdown on how to get the lease approved even if I had bad credit as soon as he learned that we could conduct the tour in Spanish. Too bad the apartment was the size of my shoe.
Ahhh, sweet apartment six. I thought you would be the one for me. Great Capitol Hill address, close to fun bars and restaurants, close to a grocery store, in a well managed building with a ROOF TERRACE! Everything was coming up Milhouse! (This is my new phrase. I try to use it once a day at present.) Apartment was so small, with broken floor boards and a kitchen that was the size of an airplane galley. Also, we, as the renters, would be required to sign a year lease, but the owner wanted to sell the unit as soon as she could, which in DC can be done with only four months notice. So basically, we agree to pay her every month for a year, but she agrees that after four months, she might sell it to some other asshat. Maybe I would rather stick sharp pokers into my eye. On second though, into her eye.
That's all for apartment hunt round-up for today. If you want two totally cute gay boys to live in your house (while paying minimal rent and being generally odd), feel free to email me.
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