After 10 years, HUD finally got involved and will be forcing the property owners to replace my carpet, install appropriate weather stripping around my inappropriate door, do something about the flooring and inappropriate concrete in front of my door, and possibly something about all the inappropriate concrete in my apartment.
First picture was taken five years ago but relative for this topic. Second picture is the nakedness I will be forced to endure until all this shit gets taken care of. Third picture are the flooring and concrete in front of my door. People don't understand or believe me when I tell them I can literally scrape a hole in the concrete with a fingernail. When it gets wet after a rain I can scrape a hole with my fingertip.
The nakedness, man. It's killing me, dude. That tent has been there since my first Covid relief check, bro. It was a great block for the sunlight that comes through my inappropriate front door. I'm a plant wielding, organically palleted minimalist, but that big, off-white space is loud.
So, to wind it down to now, the big tent got disassembled and shoved into the smaller tent I have in my closet. The plants that got move out of the big tent a couple weeks ago for lack of exuberance have been on my patio. With the upcoming unsettlement, one plant that barely had a trichome and wispy buds got Fiskars'd and I now have two. The Fiskars'd one was so trichome light that I didn't even have to alcohol my hand to get the sticky off. Should be I can hide the remaining two when the time comes. Could be I can put them in a neighbor's place. He'll get a kick out of growing weed.

First picture was taken five years ago but relative for this topic. Second picture is the nakedness I will be forced to endure until all this shit gets taken care of. Third picture are the flooring and concrete in front of my door. People don't understand or believe me when I tell them I can literally scrape a hole in the concrete with a fingernail. When it gets wet after a rain I can scrape a hole with my fingertip.
The nakedness, man. It's killing me, dude. That tent has been there since my first Covid relief check, bro. It was a great block for the sunlight that comes through my inappropriate front door. I'm a plant wielding, organically palleted minimalist, but that big, off-white space is loud.
So, to wind it down to now, the big tent got disassembled and shoved into the smaller tent I have in my closet. The plants that got move out of the big tent a couple weeks ago for lack of exuberance have been on my patio. With the upcoming unsettlement, one plant that barely had a trichome and wispy buds got Fiskars'd and I now have two. The Fiskars'd one was so trichome light that I didn't even have to alcohol my hand to get the sticky off. Should be I can hide the remaining two when the time comes. Could be I can put them in a neighbor's place. He'll get a kick out of growing weed.
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