September 01, 2002

106 Degrees: That's what th...

106 Degrees: That's what the thermometer on the wall above my desk said today. At 7 freakin' p.m.! It's even hotter in the kitchen, where my poor wife tries to work. I am prepared to commit unspeakable acts in exchange for an air-conditioning unit. And I'm on the verge of committing unspeakable acts to my slumlord, who refuses to replace the pipes that deliver a pathetic trickle of water through our shower-head, forcing us to squat underneath the bathtub faucet like common water-lemurs. As Emmanuelle says, "Crouching tenants, hidden landlord."

It's almost enough to make you start complaining about your difficult life. And then you look at a photo essay like this, and you realize that, no, actually, you're the luckiest guy in the world.

Posted by at September 1, 2002 07:37 PM
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Sorry to hear about the pipes. But damn, that "crouching tenants, hidden landlord" bit is awfully funny. Silver lining and all.

Posted by: Jason at September 1, 2002 11:00 PM

Man, those pictures (and I don't mean the painting) of Ken Layne are the scariest damn thing I've seen in the daytime. Have you tried getting him to talk to your landlord?

Posted by: Angie Schultz at September 5, 2002 05:55 PM









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