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Thrifthaven Update
R. Alex Whitlock
I haven't written about Thrifthaven in a while. After a while the tales of ex-cons and their misadventures gets a little old. I do have a post coming up in the next couple of days about a weird non-con neighbor.
For those of you dying to know what has happened with my neighbors, here's a brief update:
- The girlfriend-beater Rey is back in jail for reasons unknown. He's been replaced by a post-hippie dude about my age. He's as sociable as a watermelon, but at least I don't have crying babies, beaten girlfriends, or meth labs... next door. Three doors over, however, is one Strang Washington. For reasons unknown, he's out of jail and the apartment that he ran a meth lab out of and whose furniture he sold to get some quick capital, has let him back in.
- Stoner, alas, has moved out. My original intention was to make him the quirky comedy relief on this blog, but instead he turned out to be one of the most normal people there and a decent friend. He did manage to steal Landis's girlfriend on his way out the door. He's living with her now. Lacking a job, he lives off her as well. He describes not having a job as "Totally cool, man." Landis moved out, too.
- Yale still lives downstairs. He's half-paid me back for the stuff stolen from his apartment, which is good enough for the time being. He's particularly excited now that he can afford furniture of his own and came up a couple weeks back to excitedly tell me about a carrot-peeler that he purchased from Albertson's.
- Gia, Dawson, Rocco, and almost everyone else I've mentioned before have all moved out. Phil Collins and the stripper still live downstairs, however. And Saul the Mumbler is still around and has actually become one of my better neighbor friends. He passed along my rent check a few weeks ago because the office inexplicably does not have a drop-box and they never seem to be there except when I'm at work.
- I bumped into the landlord a couple days back. He asked if I was still working in Idaho Falls. I told him I was and he said he wished me luck finding work in Pocatello. He must know that if I found work in Pocatello I'd almost certainly be moving out and he wished me good luck anyway. Despite his questionable taste in tenants, he's really a good guy.
- No sign of the unwelcome houseguest.
- I miss Meatloaf. I really miss his cats.
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