Back at home and after showering, I was once again facing the dilemma that all my clothing was old and baggy. I debated wearing the suit I'd worn last night but didn't want to wear dirty clothing. Which left me with a pair of jeans and a long sleeve shirt, my usual attire. I didn't think it mattered this time since I was just going to her house it wasn't like I was meeting anyone.
Hopefully.
The minute I saw a car pull down my street I rushed out of my apartment and locked it behind me. As I hurried down the stairs I looked at the apartment below me and was surprised to see a couple of squatters hanging out instead of the usual woman. A couple of them stared at me and a couple waved and I waved back a little awkwardly. One squatter was fine but five? Our landlord was going to notice even
