05.31.03 :: 5:18 pm
The apartment was crawling with bugs. We later determined that the people who live there most surely must be squatting.
And speaking of squatting, Ruby sprayed the entire grime-infested bathroom with whatever 409 was left in the grime-covered bottle while I hovered over the grime-blackened toilet.
It was and interesting night. To say the least.
And today she said one of the funniest things I've heard in a long time, in a completely deadpan manner: "The same bar for five nights. Live jazz..... you know I'm allergic to live jazz."
Out of context I realize this may not be amusing. But I have to type it up and save it here because it cracks me right the fuck up.
And it reminds me the lengths we go to.