: About Me

Heaven is a Working Toilet* When I first moved here three years ago, I had this really crummy apartment. I mean, it was a real hole-in-the-wall. It was so small, that I used to tell my friends that I lived in the only closet that came equipped with a kitchen and a bathroom. It was really dingy and cramped, but it was all I could afford at the time. About a month after I moved in, my toilet quit working. I told my landlord about it-but he insisted that I must have broken it. He refused to pay for a plumber to come out and fix it. I could have made an issue of it- you know, taken him to cour...