Owen's manor, Owen's estate, Owen's house...the dump truck located three blocks east of Eastern on Owens has taken on many different titles - I simply refer to it as the shit hole:
"Goddammit - this place is a shit hole! If I see another cockroach in this motherfucker I swear I am going to go crazy!" I yell as I step on yet another one - My roommate James and I have created a game called Fred & George. The rules are simple: Whenever we see a cockroach crawling around the dump truck we call home; we obliterate it. At the end of the day we tally up how many we killed and the winner gets a pat on the back. I no it sounds rather Cretan in nature, but we enjoy it.
"Goddammit boy - how many is that today?" James says. "That is either ten or eleven. How many have you gotten today?" I ask. He responds with a shrug and says, "I lost count, but it's way more than what you have."
We are setting in the living room watching Fox News when someone knocks at the door, I get up to answer it - "Have you seen Victor?" A blond with a curvy figure is standing at the entrance -- Victor is a rough and tumble guy who I call one of my five roommates. He bangs more whores than any man I have ever known - "He's not here," I tell her. "Will you tell him that Charlene stopped by and I will catch up with him later," she says to me. I tell her I will and promptly close the door.
"Who was that?" James says as I sit back down on the couch. I tell him it is one of Victor's girls and he says - "Goddamn, that guy does more fucking than a five pecker jack rabbit. Where does he get all his energy?" I shrug my shoulders to let him know I have no idea and resume watching Fox News.
A few minutes later I hear a knock on the door again - "Goddammit," James says, "What is this place? Grand Central station," I get up from the couch and answer the door: No surprise whatsoever - it is another one of Victor's girls - "Is Victor here?" a red head in a short skirt says - "No, he is not here right now," I tell her, I then add - "Would you like to leave a message for him?" - she gives me the look over and says -- "I know that asshole has other bitches. The prick said I was going to be his one and only. Does he have other bitches over here? I want you to tell me," she concludes.
Guys never rat out other guys - "Look, sweetie," I then add, "I have no idea what you are talking about. You interrupted James and me while we are watching Fox News. If you have a problem with Victor take it up with him...Okay." I then close the door, walk back to the couch, set down and began watching Fox News again. James ask yet again who was at the door. I tell him it is another of Victor's bitches - he says, "Goddammit, you are right about this place. It is both a shit hole and a whore house."
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