Second Floor North Doodle

by Florie

We interview again today for my new room-mate. Last Sunday was a disaster, and what a relief, the faux-mo's just didn't click with that crop of rummies and junkies, and so my suite didn't become a bunk room again.

I ought to ask for a break on rent when it does, but that could backfire. Oh, I've looked in the brethrens' eyes. It's occured to them to raise my rent when weeks go by and I have the double (w/private entrance) to myself.

Anyway, I just checked the board and I notice we have one man coming directly from the mental hospital (usually they are moving in from a treatment center).

All six of us in this house have been on Second Floor North. It's like "GO" on the gameboard of life, for us. ("Go back to Go, man, you're delusional"). But it's unusual to go directly to "win".

My guess is that anyone coming directly from SFN is going to be loamy. Slightly and pleasantly intoxicated on prescribed nerve-balms, in other words. Subdued and obediant, I'll trust.