Mercy. Uncle. Whatever.


This is what our bedroom looks like right now. In spite of all of my panic about renting when everyone I know seems to be buying, one advantage is that when the roof shits the bed, you aren’t responsible for the major expense of repair. Of course, the downside is that you have to sleep in the living room on a surprisingly uncomfortable pull-out sleeper sofa while your bedroom gets rained on from the ceiling. It’s coming in from above, from the sides, even from the window frame. As I type this, the rain is not letting up, but increasing in volume. Remember that post where I ridiculed native Los Angelenos for complaining about rain? I’m eating my waterlogged words now. If it makes you feel any better, lots of my things are getting ruined as we speak by water damage.

I love LA.


2 thoughts on “Mercy. Uncle. Whatever.”

  1. Wow, that sucks. I was out of town in January when it was raining like crazy and I was was worried that I was going to come home to something like that. I’ve only lived in my apartment since June, so I had no idea if the ceiling would hold up to real storms. So far, I’ve been lucky.

  2. Shane, can you do me a favor, the above (nils) emailed me and asked to get his comment deleted. Could you do that for him please. Thanks.

    bill (fellow LA blogger)

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