Sunday, March 21, 2004

They took my closet By 'They' I mean my apartment's landlord company, by 'closet' I mean that space off the hall that had that wooden pole running from side to side; where I used to hang up all my coats, jackets, Sunday, go-to-meeting clothes, the shelf where i put my old seabag, umbrellas, my scarfs and gloves. The floor where baseball bats, tennis rackets and basketball rested (all of which are in a state of unrest now). They took it. They decided they needed it for a utility closet. They came to my door and said "oh that space clear it out, tommorrow we're coming by and filling it with pipes and a water heater. And they did. I know: you don't care. I don't ask that you do. Normally I would not even bring up such pedestrian and quotidian matters. But I miss my closet and I feel violated. 11:24:57 PM    comment [];trackback [];

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