so truth to tell, the bastard doesn't always spend the night at home. sometimes he stays out after hours and materializes at work the next morning fresh for the new day.
the downside is this.
FLASHBACK: the bastard is riding the train back to craptastic queens and he notices that while there wasn't alot of rain in manhattan, alot of women are wearing those stupid ass rubber boots with the goofy patterns on them to fool us all into thinking that they look less like a wellington boot.
FLASH FORWARD: so i come home to this.
yay. it's just like the last flood, only worser.
so i do what comes to mind first. i go to the bathroom. i mean hell, i had to go.
then i called the landlord.
"hi missah lanlord, we had ourselves a flood again. can you come over in 5 minutes to survey the damage"
"sh-sh-sh-sh-would you prefer if if if if if if i came over tomorrow?"
"no actually, i'd prefer if you saw the place before i cleaned the place up. the floor is soaked and there's plaster all over the place"
so missah lanlord came over and looked at the grief and told me shit that i wanted to hear and we'll see what happens. i showed him some of the other damage from rainstorms that predate my divorce and my meds for my breathing problems as a result of all of this crap. we'll see what happens. i ain't holding out hope on this shit. the plan is.
do the job.
take the money.
put it away.
get the fuck out.
find a new place to wreck.
i'll let you know how that shit works out. can't wait for the creatures to start coming out tonight as a result of this shit.