In the ghetto…
Saturday, May 27th, 2006If Fort Lauderdale is the Venice of America, then the area I’ll be living in must be Rome…that is, the parts of Rome you don’t want to go after dark, where gangs of half naked children pickpocket you for crack money. Okay, it’s not that bad. In fact, the place I finally found to live is very cute! But the places I could have been living in just don’t bear mentioning. Oh, all right then…
Mom and I drove down Thursday morning to scope things out. I’d called up lots of different people I’d found on craigslist and set up appointments to view several places. I’d been told by one of the guys at Citrix that Hollywood was a good place to live. This guy was young, hip, and said he had a few tattoos, so I thought, sure! Hollywood must be where all the cool kids live! Kelly and I had even driven through the downtown area after my interview to check things out and I’d thought it was really cute. Having decided it was the place for me, it was the only area I’d bothered to research online.
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