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December 29, 2014
It figures Davey would eventually get around to regurgitating details of his verily humble domestic accommodations.

Perhaps ‘humble’ is too nice a word.
Suffice to say, his place was a TURD.
‘Twas a 3-story flat
with bricks so brown
and you can expect that
on the south-side of town.
Hells bells, it was CHEAP
and he’s tellin’ ya that’s
fodder for roaches
but keep out the rats.

Davey had arranged to rent his little cubby on the 3rd floor – little more than a glorified storage closet – from the same wily shyster who had rented it to him 2 years previously.