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I spent the better part of the workday today packing up Scott's apartment and storing his dark materials in the basement of that building in case he wants to claim his stuff at some undefined time in the future. I think it's pretty unlikely, but one never knows. The reason that I was packing up Scott's apartment was that Scott was supposed to go to jail on Monday and, therefore, would no longer be being a tenant. According to reports from other tenants in the building (Verna not only listens to the grapevine but also feeds it Miracle Gro), Scott failed to report for incarceration in a timely fashion and is now being sought by the authorities. I don't know why the tenants pay for cable... their own lives are just as interesting and cheaper.

In the exceedingly unlikely event that any of my Dear Readers are ever convicted of attempted involuntary deviate sexual intercourse, it's a good idea to spend some of the time between sentencing and the start of your jail term cleaning up your apartment and arranging for the storage of your stuff. If you don't, your landlord and/or his hirelings have to sort through and box up all your shit to get it the fuck out of the apartment. If you leave this task to them, they will have ample opportunities to shred what remains of your dignity. :)

( Let the shredding commence... )