Day 2 pt. 2

Do you ever have one of those days where your apartment smells like someone took a slice of apple, shoved it in a half full beer bottle and let it ferment under the armpit of a 15 year old boy?

I have.

Do you ever come home to a mysterious crust that covers the apartment and contains (but is not limited to) mold, stiff socks, dishes, miscellaneous stains on the floor, walls, counters, coffee table, dust and broken glass on the floor, unrecognizable food in the fridge, kitchen surfaces that appear to be melting from a vast array of soggy/charred/flaky/onion-y bits that have been stuck there so long that they are now themselves part of the furniture? Or a garbage can that smells like cheap bourbon because of the complex and time consuming fermenting process blended with the delicate mix of old food and mice turds? Is that blood in the sink? Are there ashes in the fridge? What's that fuzzy grey stuff? Why is it everywhere?

At $300 a month you really get what you pay for.