REYHAN's Links
John, which I am sure has committed some sort of unspeakable war crime and has passed it off as agrro and tax evasion, is an unruly and dysfunctional landlord, without discussing his actual self. While ceaseless in demanding my rent money—which he has not specified in my contract, written as "uhhhh I donk [sic] know, whatever you wanna pay I guess"—he seems to accept fast food as bribery. My part of the property is held up by leak buckets, various DIYs I paid out of pocket, and broken pipes, all of which John has promised to fix, but decided that an apartmentwide movie night would somehow resolve my complaints. He is otherwise quite "normal"—which is a rare find in this property—though the definition of this word is wildly skewed, with the tenants in comparison to the rest of the world. He also seems to like my music because he hasn't said anything about it (to my face), and I can't hate a guy who appreciates a good guitar session at 2am.
Total dick. The biggest dick, even. Everyone's like, "John, please do something about Reyhan's noise! I can't sleep!" and I'm like, look, I hate it too but you gotta respect the guy for not caring. (Plus he gets stuff for me sometimes like he's some kind of caterer. Can't get mad about that.)
Petra's quite a strange girl—though everyone in Tepid Waters has their own quirk, I suppose. She's quite sweet otherwise, even if she seems to not quite be present in our conversations. She keeps telling me off for "stealing" her pets, but apparently she's largely forgotten that she often asks me to keep an eye on her lizards while she's gone.
I do wish she stops the carrot trails. I have to clean it up every so often because she just loses her lizards so much. She also needs to remember and close her lizard cages. Waking up at midnight to find a lizard halfway into your mouth, then screaming in fear and getting up, tripping over your amp cables and chipping off your horn, is not a pleasant experience. Not that it has ever happened to me, though, it's just a hypothetical situation.
"He's.. talented, but I do wish he would stop playing his music at night. Also, I have a suspicion that he's been sneaking into my house while I'm gone. I found some of his hair on my rug...?"