Well, they let me stay after supposedly loosing my rent check. I really don't think Sarah nor Leor knew I was evicted. According to the attorney it is ....California.... state law that the ousted manager is evicted. I guess they fear repercussions.  I told them I was more than happy not to be manager as the position was pretty much thrust upon me, and sometimes it was just too much like Catch 22. ....

           Our new manager and her boy toy were they ever drinkers — we are talking 'The Days of Winos and Roses.' We had nightly screaming fests coming from 4. It was all the same claptrap regurgitated over and over. "I'm not good enough for you." Her....

"How do you think I felt?" Him....

"You looked at that girl." Her....

 "I will never have that same bond you have with your ex…he's the father of your kids." Him....

 "He was my friend before I met you." Her....

 "Your girlfriends are bad mouthing me to you." Him....

"I want you to go out smoking with me." Her....

 "You don't think I can handle a real woman."  Him....

"I'm too old for you." Her....

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 All at high pitched hysterics.  But all told I liked the both of them. They eventually evicted them for not doing anything, including paying rent—and asked me to be manager again. ....

        During that time I had to go to small claims court with Leor and his son, John-Aaron, one of the new bosses at Aeons Acumen, that is, after Sarah and Leor. Leor always said, "Sarah is the boss."  In, Leor vs. chick in #2, I was the was chief witness. Her complaints were: the workers broke her couch moving it to put the new refrig in, Charly was going into her apartment—  even though we had access to allow the plumber in a few times, manger(me) gave her phone number out to somebody who #2 said was a stalker. This big Caucasian woman knocked on my door asking if #2 chick was home. I told her yesterday was the bank holiday.  She said she was her mother, just in from out of town. She obviously knew where #2 lived and I verified a phone number she had, I guess alleged mother went to so-called daughter's i.e. chick in #2's last workplace. She also asked if alleged daughter was still seeing this guy. I told her I didn't know the fellow's name. alleged mother [sic] stalker asked where alleged daughter worked now and I said I don't have the app form with that on it and I didn't remember it. Now so-called daughter in #2 is saying this woman has tracked her across five states and #2 has as many restraining orders out on her so-called mother. Aeons did give her notice to move out once she filed the small claims court complaint. She asked for $5000 in damages and Leor gave her $700 cash for the couch. He flipped the bills out of his wallet and slapped them on the judge's desk. Boy, was she a pain about that white couch from IKEA. She left me a note saying they would deliver it and she told them I would let them in. She never asked in advance and I wasn't home, so she had to pay a second delivery fee. ....

       In fact, after she moved out we suspect she must have kept a copy of the key and somebody went back in one night as we found all kinds of sex paraphernalia in the place. The guys who moved in mentioned later that at night they noticed what they said had to be jissim on the bathroom wall. It wasn't something you would notice in daylight. Why the workmen didn't paint that wall is a mystery, but they only do touch up painting sometimes. We also found that she had painted glass beveling on the front window panes so no one could look in.   Weird.           ....

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WHATSHISNAME....

You know you've been drinking way too much when…you wake-up in a Las Vegas hotel room with old whatshisname. Just can't forget old whatshisname, can you? Did I marry old what's his name? I think I was married to old whatshisname for 5 years. Just can't forget old whatshisname. Especially because he's beginning to resemble the swamp thing at this point, right? "Ugh." (bangs back, wide eyes, gape) He can't find his lips and he's babbling like a Martian. Can't forget old whatshisname.....

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                POOL TABLE ....

Isn't the worst thing about the morning after….deciphering  those little cocktail napkins in your pocket from the night before? (pull napkin out and read it) "$900—Pool table. What? What? Did I break it? Buy it? Marry it? Well, I married a lazy-boy recliner so anything is possible. And of course, old swamp lips over here. Can't forget old swamp lips.....

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CAR....

Then, of course, there's forgetting where you left your car the night before.  And praying that it's on the continent this time… ..North America.. would be nice…on dry land, even.....

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                 DISNEY (drinking song)

Well, I've got to be going now because I'm…....

S-I-C-K and Y? (why) I'm S-O-U-S-E-D. Forever let us hold our long necks high. Who's the most inebriated. Is it you or me?

We're…S-O-U-S-E-D. 

                  P.B. X-MAS (drinking song) ....

Jingle Bells, P.B. smells, I'm friggin' leaving town.....

I had too much to drink here, And I'm peeing on the ground.....

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DRUGS ....

The problem with drugs is they can kill entire weeks of your life.  You stumble around—things look familiar, you have vague notions but you just don't give a shit. You have allow 6 extra hours to get anywhere, driving 2-3 blocks takes 2-3 weeks, 36 people are living in inside the wheel housing —people you don't even know, who don't even know each other. Or you ever been in a room of tweekers who have been bringing in 747's for 12 hours? 12 hrs gone. Have you ever been so stoned that you tried to fry an egg on the hood of your car with a blowtorch? That's when the drugs kicked in and the egg ate Bob and I knew I had to cut back. ....

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                     GREAT DRUGS....

 It's good drugs when you have stuff coming out of your head., but its great drugs when you have heads coming out of your stuff.  It's good drugs when you have particles coming loose in your eyeballs. But it's great drugs when you have eyeballs coming loose in your particles. I say, when you not only have veins exploding in yur armpits but you have armpits exploding in your veins, that's great drugs, people. Of course I've never been there.

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             MESSAGE MACHINE....

Check out my message machine.............

"Obviously, I'm not here, I'm Out There, somewhere, mostly elsewhere, could be anywhere, sometimes nowhere—almost and possibly aware….in fact,  Wish you were here—there. But I'll be back, maybe or maybe not—in a few hours, maybe a few days, could be a week or even a month, hopefully. Who knows. Whatever.

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