8/22/00

Does any one want to know how wonderful and attentive my guardian angels are?? (Yes, I have them --and I bet you do too--...at least 2...nothing else explains my survival--I should have died a dozen times that I am aware of) Last week I found out from Phisto who just moved back to San Antonio from Austin that my first apartment ...

Okay history lesson: my first apartment was a dingy tiny one room apartment, with a small bathroom. The kitchen was a communial one down stairs. The doors all faced in to a hallway. These doors were line, weak little boards of pressed wood with wooden slats at the bottom. Dead bolts were installed about 5 months after i moved in. The main door was locked and only key holders could get in...(but if you rang the bell anyone would let you in) The owner of the building also had his law offices on the first floor--and apparently let any raggle taggle freak move in...yeah that includes me too I guess... Next door to the building was a bar and cattycorner to the building was a half-way house named Travis House. (I only learned of the latter two nicities after I moved in) Of course when I found out about my digs special neighbors I was a little wary..but hey I am a big girl I can take it. Not for long though,...I began to live in terror. I worked late at night to support myself through school so I walked past that half way house every night (presumably full of ordinary crooks, theft and the like...so what they leered...right?) Anyway...those leering men began freaking me out, the loud bar with drunken clouts worried my peace of mind, the freaks down the hall scare dme to death. I began having nightmares nad was convinced that nay night I would be attack either on the street or in my bed. So 9 months into my lease a friend had an opening in her own apartment and I grabbed it. And I was then sued by my evil land lord for over $1,000. Sigh. To make a long story short by te time the court date came round I had picked up and moved again--out of state...lost the case due to me not showing up --I owe this evil lawyer too much money--and my credit has a searing black mark against it.

So--she tells me this half way house on the corner held men who were convincted sex offenders. (We all know that they have a 65% chance of repeating htemselves...or rather getting caught repeating htemselves) Hmm...I thank my angels every day for their vigiliance.

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