07 November 2010

familiar shadows

Apart from my little drama, now we're wondering whats happening with our neighbor Frank. The last two days, his screen door is locked, but his door is open. We tried calling his phone, no answer, calling inside his house, no answer. A while back ago Frank told us he passed out twice, and both times Doctors couldn't find out why. The kicker is the reason Russ and I got this beautiful apartment with hardwood floors, a back door, and crown molding was because the previous tenant Kim fell drunk in our hallway, cracked her head in the wall, and bled to death.
I don't know what's going on with all this bad mojo.
We're calling the Police tomorrow if Frank doesn't make a grand entrance saying he spent a few days with a hussy from Pacoima.

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