Finally In
So we finally moved into our new apartment. Sanded down the floors, put down new linoleum, washed and painted the walls. An all out cleansing attack.
The man who lived here before, lived here for ten years - until he was evicted. According to the other tenants in the building, he was a sketchy little Arab cab driver with a big old beard. More often than not he would sit in the kitchen with the lights off, watching his mini black-and-white television that he left on the table, with the door open eye-ball-fucking people as they would go up and down the stairs. He never spoke to anyone, just eye-ball-fucked.
It is doubtful he owned a vaccuum, or if he even owned one, that he knew how to use it. There was dirt everywhere, and we spent a day or two running a small file between the cracks in the floorboards bringing up years of black dirt and lint. The cupboards were full of not dishes, or food, but cans of coffee and unpaid bills to ConEdison, as well as a 1,800 dollar bill to Verizon. (Why Verizon would continue to give the man phone service after he hadn’t paid 500 dollars is beyond me, but apparently collections was trying to sort it out.)
To top off his highclass shittastic dirtiness, he left the bathroom in total disarray. The drawers were empty except for some rusty disposable razors that hadn’t seen use in five years, and there was a tube of black hair dye on top of the mirror - apparently he had given up on trying to keep back the grays. The thing that really got me about the bathroom is the yellow stains on the wall. At first I thought it was piss; maybe he missed the toilet a few times (which had no seat mind you - did he take it with him?), but then I realized that this yellow stain was all over the walls. No way in hell this guy shot the cieling. But I have no clue what it was.
Things are clean now, and the crack-den-that-was is finally habitable. Just hoping that Crazy Cabbi stays away.
