When I gave one of my friends the address where I currently reside, her response was, "that's not the ghetto". She's right, it's not. But I did pull open the silverware drawer today to be greeted by a roach. It was one of those tough guy roaches - looks like they had been working out or something. I mean, he scattered from the light, but I felt like he would've fought me if push came to shove.
It was a bit unsettling because I needed a fork to eat my Chipolte with. I've decided to name the roach "Gregor". I recall a story titled "metamorphosis" in which the main character turned into a roach. That's about as much as I know about the story. But my hope is that by naming the roach it will personify it with such charm that will help me not throw up my dinner.
With regards to the ghetto, there were some places I looked at in Ybor that were laughably wretched. One place literally had boarded windows, and no walls (it had been stripped to the frame/studs). The owner was friendly and I'm sure I would've managed. I guess there is a part of me that likes to live at a basic level.
Tomorrow I'm going running with folks that also like to live at a basic level. I just realized why that makes sense now.
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