You know, it's scary
when you first get an apartment or a house and move in and get weird vibes
. Like, my bathtub
in this apartment
for example. I think someone died
in it once. I don't know why I think this. There is no tangible
Kind of like stains
on the carpet. I could say occassionaly, "Dude, your sitting on my vomit stain.. that was tequilla and bile! Landed there last summer and hasn't all left quite yet."
that when you move into a new place, there is no one to TELL you what those stains
and strange fingernail-like marks are on the walls.
Perhaps.. perhaps.. I should stop thinking about the history of buildings and apartments
, and Rosie's Cafe
, where someone really did kill themselves in the back. It was supposedly a hanging
. I eat there sometimes for lunch