Someone was evicted yesterday. Not from the Woodner. Death or an epic pay raise are the only two ways in which a person is likely to leave the Chateau. But there is this lovely little sh** hole next to the Woodner that is kicking its residents out at regular intervals and every time this occurs the curb is littered with the contents of some poor soul’s entire apartment. And let me tell ya, there is nothing like an eviction to bring the neighborhood together. Word gets out that there is junk to be had and every hoarder in a 500 yard radius is sprinting to get first dibs. I call this the Woodner swap meet and I am pretty certain this occurrence is largely responsible for proliferation of bed bugs and other delightful vermin that the block has to offer.
Surprisingly, the most depressing part about these “yard sales” is not that infested crap most likely ends up in my neighbor’s living room. Nope. It’s the pictures. Once things have been thoroughly picked through, all that remains are family photos of kids…ripped from their frames by the vultures, naturally. Of course, those don’t last long either. Some total creeper with a social disorder snatches those school portraits up quick. To loosely gauge how many of these photos end up in the Woodner would require me to check the sex offender’s registry…but sometimes there are boxes better left unopened.
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