Been a while since I got to flex the banstick.
Well, I've arrived. Pretty uneventful all in all right up to the point where I got here. Holy **** are some of these streets narrow- and lined with rock walls at that. No damage apart from my nerves... And Ben, why the hell didn't you speak up earlier? ****, I'd have dropped by in a heartbeat.
And now that I'm here, I'm really quite mortified. The house, which was described to me as "occupied by three other law students" is an absolute nightmare. Picture "Animal House" only without the high-class atmosphere. Roaches everywhere, the bedroom (in the basement) is bare concrete and right next to a super-noisy 1960s vintage AC unit, the folks are absolute slobs- we're talking serious filth- bottles, cans, dishes everywhere (I found dirty dishes in the basement bathroom!), the electrical wiring is frightful- all two prong outlets, a bunch of switches that make a popping sound when you turn them on... Seriously, this place would be a pigsty in Tijuana. To quote Egon, "This building should be condemned."
So... I'm now in a crash program to find a new place to live before classes start. It's been a terribly inauspicious beginning thus far. I am really
pissed that I sold my motorcycle before moving out here- though I wouldn't need it since this place is just across the street from campus, and I know I won't find anything as close now. Probably end up with a ******* scooter, or maybe a 250 Nighthawk...