Getting Out of the House
Sunday, September 28th, 2003
Getting Out of the House
A Dom Entry
Well, there it goes.
Fortunately for me, there was no roof on my nose when I awoke this morning. But, there was a centimeter of water over my bedroom floor. (Bad sign #1). So, I waded through my room to the door to see what kind of mess had collapsed upon my ill-begotten house.
The irony in this is that nothing had collapsed upon my house. In fact, my house had collapsed. Well, the kitchen portion. (Bad sign #2).
Shingles lay over my table, my stove, my counters. And the heaping bog-wrested plane of the roof was teetering into the room from above, allowing a steady stream to flow from the sky to my floor. Luckily, I thought, I have no carpeting.
But my floorboards are rotting. No more house-quakes. Just floorboard shudders. I couldn't quite figure where would be the best place to put my feet down in the water-laden shack. The boards look like they can hold up a grown man, but the boards are sodding liars. I know for a fact that they want me to die. (Bad sign #3).
All of these bad signs amount to one thing - I must leave the house. Unfortunately. So, I've packed some clothes in my mailbag and readied my bike. I think I'll head over to Billy's. Not really sure what he'll say when he finds me soaking like a sponge on his front porch, but I know it won't be "Dom! I see you're doing well!"
I just need a spare couch.
Preferably dry.
I'm going to look like an idiot, aren't I?
Still raining. Can't get any wetter. Damn, I squish when I walk.
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