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and one terrible apartment

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It was the worst apartment I’ve lived in. The building next to mine burned down in the middle of the night. Our smoke alarms never went off, and we didn’t hear the sirens. I walked outside the next morning to see a charred mass sitting feet from my exterior wall. No one was hurt. But the street lamps in the parking lot flickered as you walked past them like you were in a horror movie. And the mail boxes were broken into not once, but twice. I walked out one morning to the mail hut to see the metal box sides of the structure fully opened, swinging in the breeze, junk mail scattered across the parking lot.

Water leaked down from the apartment above us in a freak flood. A man who said he was part of property management kept trying to get into our apartment. I’m still not convinced he worked for the complex. The water seeped down in between the drywall and the paint so fast that the paint sagged like a water balloon. I drained the water out from in between the wall and paint by popping the swelling lumps with a needle. No one ever fixed the damage.