ShagmoorLounge

February 01, 2005

I'll be moving into the warehouse this weekend. I went on the roof this morning with a hose. There's no leaks. I found a section on the roof where I can probably hide a dish. That's good. I found an electric oven with a microwave on top and a full-size fridge for free down in Costa Mesa today. We hauled them into the warehouse and plugged 'em in. They kind of hum but they work fine so what do I care? Tomorrow I'll build my loft area and my kitchen around the counter on the back wall. I'll paint on Thursday and throw down some kind of flooring on Friday. Come Saturday night it will be the loft warming party to end all loft warmings.

The only thing I have to deal with is the stink down the alley. I followed the smell and I'm pretty sure there's a meth lab down the next street. I called 911 and told them there was a woman screaming for help right in front of the stinkhouse. I never call in anything other than a woman screaming for help or a bleeding kid. If I want a cop to show up that's all I ever say. I never say why I'm really calling and I never give them my name or number or any of that shit. Fuck 'em. I tell 'em where to go. If they want to show up or do their job it's up to them. They always show up for a bleeding kid. If you say a woman is screaming for help the dumb pigs will even get out of the car and take a look around.

I'm painting the loft black and the doors red. The fridge and stove are avocado green. I haven't decided if I'm into that or if I'll paint them black, too. I've never painted kitchen appliances but I figure car paint should work pretty good.

I feel like Martha fucking Stewart. Is she out of the pokey yet? Maybe I'll invite her to the loft warming.

The Shadow knows 10:35 PM
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