Back to the Crackstack...

I had a very tasty and filling Thanksgiving with friends this year...and lots to be thankful for.
Not least being thankful for my new apartment....

I went over to Miss Kitty's last night to help her pack for a bit--she had called me in a frenzy because her living situation was deteriorating and she thought she might have to move by Wednesday. She lives at the building I used to live in,not so affectionately known as the Crackstack. It used to be this great art-deco building with lots of closet space and good managers and a rooftop terrace and all sorts of amenities. I went back last night, and gasped at the lobby--it's entirely different now. It's like the lobby of a prison. All the decorations are gone, the chairs and sofas, the clock, the glass table, everything. The elevator worked....barely. I helped Miss Kitty take pictures of the storage spaces where the crackheads were squatting so she could show them to her lawyers and the police. (We went armed--she had her new taser and I carried her mace.) The entire building felt like another planet. Hopefully between the lawyers and the evidnece of illegal activity should be enough for her to break the lease and find something else...


I got home and took a hot bath in my safe warm apartment. I went to bed, thinking, "Thank all kinds of various helpful gods for my getting out of there, even though it involved that goddamn flood....I'm so grateful for my new place, where I feel safe...."

So there you are...