Thursday, July 8, 2010

Mr. Peepers

It was Lainey’s place before it became mine. An outrageously illegal basement apartment, it came cheap and boasted a large bathroom. But the walls were thin and you could hear the teenage boy grunting on the other side of the partition. “He must lift weights in there or something” she speculated. The bathroom was indeed huge, with a large claw-foot tub set to one side. One night I went into it and discovered light shining in through several holes in the wall. After a thorough application of duct tape the grunting stopped and our young neighbour took up another hobby.

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