Final Decision

My final decision is in. I will be moving to the dormitory in Chinatown on November 1st. The lease for the dormitory is only three months in length, so I can search for another rental dump in the interim. In any case, there are no valid reasons for remaining at Slob Manor (read: rental housing) much longer. What brought on the decision? And, why now?

Typical Decisive Hottie

The catalyst was my brush with death a few days ago, courtesy Tom, the drunkard. Incidentally, the deadline for his two-day eviction notice was three days ago. I seriously doubt that Tom, the drunkard, is going anywhere. Where would he go? Even the Next Step homeless shelter has strict rules about alcohol and substance abuse.

Typical Screened Hottie

Anyway, let's assume that Tom, the drunkard, actually moved out of Slob Manor. Knowing the landlord, the candidates for potential tenants would not be screened properly. Not even the ability to pay the rent would matter, as we have seen time and again. If anything, I could only expect the worse. More fools, more noise, more stupidity, more personality clashes. I don't want to deal with that crap anymore.

Typical Dormitory Hotties

So, I drafted a letter that should suffice as my notice of intent to vacate the premises on November 1st. I am giving the landlord adequate notice because I am requesting that part of my security deposit be applied to the September rent and the balance applied wholely to the October rent. I intend to have my squalid room in rentable condition on the day that I leave.

There are other compelling reason to leave the dump. I am an old codger. I need to wean myself of the Net. I must completely mummify the microscopic hurdy-gurdy video library (HGVL). I must return to my element (i.e., losers and derelicts). And so forth.