Jackoff HOusemates Continued

yeah there's nothing like one that's sick and clears his throat constantly all over the living space, and then i have to suck in his shit. living with stupid, cheap  folks is great.  so i'm feeling crappy and can't write much. 

To the Past Darkly: Summer 1999

this Summer in NYC is on track to i think be one of the hottest in recorded history (after last year was one of the coolest, wettest). it brings back ugly memories of the summer of 1999 in NYC for me.

me and my roommate in spring had moved out from our apartment that had a roommate that went nuts: started yelling, cursing, crying, i called the cops on her.

• we found a nice place in Astoria Queens, but we found it thru a broker, i was in debt and was penniless. had several jobs: men's room attendant in swanky club, and went into a job that seems perfect for me but was and is a nightmare:
• tour guide job with a company that was eventually kicked out of the city. we had buses that caught on fire, drivers that were parolees that hated me because i didn't get tipped much ( i gave good tours, but didn't push customers to tip), no a.c. of course, , a comp;any that didn't give a shit about anything besides raking in money
• July was the hottest month on record in NYC, may still be, averaged in the high 80s, many days going into 100. almost never rained.
• i was such an environmentalist, and somewhat ignorant,, in that i thought that using a fan was a huge user of electricity, so i would broil in our place with no a.c or fan for most of the time, and the place was brick and we were up stairs.
• it was the last summer of my 20s and i was so busy earning all of $9 an hour, especially on weekends, i never got time off to go to the beach or anything. every chick i met was stuck up (surprise in NYC haha). .
• my roommate's parents came to stay with us for at least a week, maybe 2. no spare bedroom. examples of their annoying habits: the father would fart regularly, . the mother would answer the phone and give it to me when i told her i wasn't available. so 2 weeks, i was broke, and these folks came and lived there for free.

i hate to draw parallels between that summer and this one but at least some has improved. bu the heat, the cost of living for a struggling artist, maybe you can see why i quit a new job as a tour guide. actually the job is even worse in some ways.

Adult Roommates (including the Married)~Prison

after college, as we age as adults, where is the most common place for us to have roommates that are pretty much strangers to us? answer: prison.


of course maybe i should say the lower end of socioeconomics: half way houses, hospitals, shelters, and of course the way i've done it for so many years: the cohabitation of the poor. and of course many have hit all of them in a 'grand tour'.


and it does seem like the older we (i) get, the more we become set in our ways, but i still need to cohabitate with folks that are also set in their ways. and yes, it does become like the joint--i already wrote about my roommate that didn't have a bedroom but did have an arsenal, and another who let her heroin addicted brother stay with us for weeks at a time. i could go on.


and i realize more that little shit just drives you frigging nuts when you live with someone. and that to live with someone in relative peace you have to step back from the little shit that drives you nuts and say, "it's not that big a deal, pick your battles'".

and now i realize why the married may fight so much over, say, the toilet seat being up. or why there's so much violence in the slammer (im not the first to see parallels between marriage and lock down): in incarceration, maybe it's not caused by these guys and women being stupid, uneducated, psycho, etc. maybe it's because they're locked up in there with some of the same guys for years (and remember for the most part they can't be like 50 percent of the married population and divorce). they're cooped up in the same place always, with society's worst, they don't have much to occupy themselves with besides meager belongings, they have lots of time on their hands, little contact with loved ones, little fresh air.


so just imagine: if you leave the toilet seat down, how will your cell mate react?

now can we see why so many get shived?


or why there's a 50 percent divorce rate?