Ross Bleckner's Basement
11/2009 Joshua Abelow
When I tell people my story
about how I used to live in
Ross Bleckner's basement
it always sounds so romantic
and cool.
And it was.
But, it was also sort of disgusting and lonely.
I had roach traps all around
my futon, but sometimes
this didn't protect me from a
creepy black bug crawling
up my leg while I was
trying to read or sleep.
There were rats too.
Lots of rats.
I bought a bb gun
to kill them, but I'm not
much of a hunter so they
did what they wanted.
A slice of pizza and a coke
was the easiest thing
to do for dinner so
I did that most nights.
I walked up and down
Broadway everyday.
One time some asshole
hit me with his car and
knocked me down. I
jumped up and asked him
what the fuck he was
thinking. He said he was
sorry. Then I limped
back to the basement.
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