Some days, the only conversations I have are with the crackheads outside my house. Yesterday, I was outside with my dog, letting her do her business, when a crackhead yelled at me, “How much is a room there?”
He was across the street, and it is a busy street. I yelled back, politely, “This isn’t a rooming house.”
“Oh, what is it then?” he yelled back.
“An apartment building.”
“Oh, so how much is a room?”
“Uhh…$1400 a month.”
“$14 a night?!? How do I get one?” he yelled back. At this point, my girl and I just turned around, and went inside.
