We Arrive
Nice isn’t the word for her apartment. Expensive is. The decor reeked of money and bad design and there is not anything worse in this fucking world than someone with a lot of cash and no fucking taste. The entrance hall had a dark grey white speckled tile and the walls were a deep maroon, but if they made a color called moron, that should have been it because the shit looked stupid with the tile. The lighting, that on the other hand was alright, ambient with spotlighting on potted plants, a few statues...etc. I made my way to the pisser, which she pointed out as the first door on the right, and now, this was one cool pisser. Concrete floors, sterile looking linoleum covered walls, the toilet itself was steel, and the bathtub was one of those old farm house gigs. It had that deconstructed hospital vibe which my 5th floor ward vacationing ass has a tendency to appreciate...but now that I think about it...it all did kind of clash.
After I “relieved” myself I made my way into the kitchen and fuck all this descriptive writing shit. Lets get down to the business, shall we?
