some you may know that i found a sublet to sublet (i guess sublet to sublet is a bit redundant, huh?) on the upper westside. when i arrived everything was cool, the place was nice even though i had to sleep on the couch for a week ..or So... Until the guy's "friend" left. so yes, everything was cool...i had ac and digital cable with every channel known to man...i guess you could say i was in heaven even though i was on the couch in the living room and it was a 5th floor walkup.

U N T I L . . .

one day greg, the guy i was renting from casually told me that some friends were coming to visit for the weekend. So, cool. No problem.

scene: 5am in a quiet darkened apartment. Michael's on the couch peacefully slumbering, dreaming of "second acting" (sneaking into the second acts of shows at intermission without paying) when all of a sudden greg, butt drunk, and his friends, butt drunker, come banging in at 5am. Bang. Bam. (Insert loud obnoxious drunk speak here). So i'm in the living room on the couch zzzz-ing and they decide to put a cd on at 91 decibels. I say to greg, "hey, umm, i have to get up in the morning pretty early." greg responded for me to get out of the room. The only place was outside in the hallway...so there i went with my pillow because i wasn't about to argue with a dragle of drunks [yes, i know, i invented a word]. So that night i slept on the floor in the hallway.

Scene: morning. I wake up, go into the living room to gather my things for the day and there they all are on the couch, still awake which was probably because of the crack in the crack pipe in front of them on the table.

Oookaaaay...

So i left for the day. And started calling anyone i knew with a couch. sidenote: funny how people say there's no vacancy at the inn when you explain your situation to them and ask for just one night on the couch....but that's another story...

when coming back to get my stuff, i ran into the guy, alex, who was staying in MY bedroom until the 12th. i asked when he was leaving next week and he said he was staying until the 22nd. right then and there i knew things about the living situation had not been expressed upfront with me. So, i confronted greg and he said alex just told him that he was staying until the 22nd...but alex said greg knew all along of his plans. okay, reason #233 to find another place.

Long story semi-long....i slept on a few couches, found a cool artists' loft near the wtc/wall street (with real artists!), got some of money back from greg, and started getting settled.

So i got ac, a room/bed of my own. No tv or cable but yes on the internet, and a subway stop 20 feet outside our front door. And only three flights up. ah, my shangrila...for now.

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