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My first apartment, I shared a room with my ex-fiance, and the other bedroom had another couple in it as well. so, 4 of us, 2 cats, tons of furniture and friends over all the time. I think if I had spent more time sober after work in that place, I would have hated it a lot more. After a while, the Ex and I moved to an apartment across the comples, which just happened to be at the fartherst point away from any laudry room.
The apartment complex used to be the drug capitol of the town, and you could tell that some of the people living there hadn't gotten the memo that the dealers were gone. I'd never do laundry at night becuase I was afreaid to walk down to the laundry room in the dark.
We did have interesting neighbors in the first apartment thought. The guys under us smoked so much pot that clouds would just waft up to our balcony, you get get high just standing there. Then they would climb into their POS truck in front of the apt and "think" that they were driving somewhere. It was hilarious to watch! The old woman downstairs would tell us all the time about the squirrels she'd invite into her home, so we stayed away from her. The people who ran the place were strange too. The guy was sleeping with one of the tenants and trying to keep it from his wife, while he drove around with the chick in his car! Other that hat, the place was just your normal, ex-drug ring, crappy apartment complex.
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