We went to see the Jackal's apartment. The building was built in 1929 ... top floor (4th), view of Lake Erie, 1100 sq. ft., original wood floors, hand-painted tiles from 1929 in the bathroom, original elevator to the 4th floor, underground parking ... he and Kim signed the leased.
Leasing agent: Now, Jackson, what do you do for a living?
J: I play music.
L.A.: That's really cool. Kim, you need to sign these employment verification forms for us. What kind of music?
J: Blues.
L.A. I love the blues.
The J-dogg never signed any employment verification forms.
On the way to drop of Kim at her house, I rode in the back seat. J-dogg was driving with his mom in the front seat, having a slight disagreement about ... what else ... the Misubitchy 3000 GT ... the Big Red Penis, which is again having its transmission and differential repaired.
J: That's a bunch of fuckin' shit!
Mom: Oh, really? Don't give me any of that fuckin' fuckin' shit. It's fuckin' stupid.
Yes, we speak English ...
Posted by Bill at June 4, 2005 06:20 PMSuch a refined family!
I remember when I had an opposite sex roomie. We had been friends for a few years, totally platonic, got along great but when we lived together I was forced to give him the nickname Satan because he was the roommate from hell.
Nearly 15 years later I feel sorry for his wife. I'd kick his ass if I were her.
Posted by: KathyHowe at June 5, 2005 11:46 AMApartment/Kim/?????
I am so out of the loop... please update me... who is Kim? why moving out? where is the apartment?
Next thing you are gonna tell me is that you are a grandfather already and I missed all that too!
DAMN the real world. ;)
-d
Fuckin' A!
Posted by: lucy at June 7, 2005 11:27 PM