when i first toured the peppered palm and fell in love with my yellow kitchen, it was the unique quirks that made me fall head over heels for the place. living here for a year and a half the mysteries keep rolling in and instead of turning me against the place, make it all the more endeared in my heart.
like the fact that palm street appears to be constructed from slab concrete instead of pavement. or that i have two doors. that the neighbor across the street has a box tortoise that wanders around the yard and comes out to smoke a cigarette in his red bathrobe at least once a day. (the neighbor, not the tortoise) that at any given moment there are several vans parked on the side street with cats and people living out of them. that the people who rent out one of the garages use it to play beer pong in on the weekends. or that the house has a picture downstairs of an extra creepy car crash right in front of the house from the early 1900s.
still need to ask my landlord about that one…
happy tuesday!
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