Half Done

In the inner city, people have thoughts that they only get half way out thier mouths.
A helicopter, car horn, ice cream truck, tamales vender are apt to interupt.

One day I came home and my landlords 20 year old daughter was on the set of stairs to our apartment. A grocery bag tied around her hair. A bottle of spray paint in each hand. She painted every other step blue and the ones inbetween green. Got half way up and ran out of paint, now half of our stairs are painted and the other half is not. She actually ran out of paint in the middle of a stair so one is only half painted. This was 4 weeks ago.

2.5 weeks ago, our water heater threw up, exploded, experienced an incontinence problem. The next day i left a note for our landlords, i came home from work, our water heater was on the lawn, a new one, still in the box, was in our living room. The day after that they cleaned out the water heater closet (a big job) and put the water heater in the closet. The next week, they installed the vent. It is a nice shiny water heater, but three weeks later we are still showering with cold water. Luckily, its been a heat wave.

The blockbuster, on western and slauson, exists, with the big blue and yellow blockbuster sign. But then you open the door, and you find yourself in the smallest neighborhoood video rental stand. they don't have the movie you want, so you end up getting that one thats okay, but doesnt quite hit the spot.

The mail service. Maria, Ellen, and Joe still get mail here. Although, they can not have lived here in over a year, but probably longer because I doubt Maria Lopez lived with Ellen Lawson. My sister's valentines day card, which she sent a week BEFORE valentines day, arrived 3 week late. My first paycheck got lost in the mail. A box was delivered after it had been chewed on and retaped with USPS tape. Mail with the correct address 1101 1/2 is delivered to 1103 1/2. Whenever, i need to send mail, i take it to work.

Please add your own half-done experiences.

p.s. sometimes, when i want to take a warm shower, i ask myself, why i am living here? since i dont need to be. But then I remember, jesus also lived in less than luxurious circumstances. I also have a lot of affection for this place too.