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| This place was a complete dump. I lived here after my re-admission with a rotating cast of shady characters, including Matthew, Jessica, and Eva. The landlord, a gentleman with the ludicrously unfortunate name of "Lew Sassman," (and no, I'm not making that up,) was the kind of compulsive schemer/creep who (a) rented the rooms rather than the house, so he could come in any time he liked, and (b) was wont to come steaming into the house when we were out and start knocking out walls. I won't go into it, for fear of legal reprisal, but in my humble opinion, this gentleman was a wee bit --- well, I wouldn't say his elevator didn't stop at all the floors: I'd say his elevator stopped at all of the real floors, and a good dozen that weren't really there. | ||
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