Tomb

As I mentioned yesterday, the Chinatown dormitory is a dump. There is only one obscure entrance that opens out into a pedestrian mall. During the daylight hours, the pedestrian mall is essentially a bazaar of Chinese merchants. At night, it is a homeless encampment. The dormitory has four levels and a basement. Well, the basement is actually another level of rooms. My formerly-homeless buddy resides in one of those basement rooms.

Typical Cross-Ventilated Hottie

From what my formerly-homeless buddy tells me, the common restrooms and showers are not cleaned regularly. And, the entire cinder block structure appears enclosed. All of the windows face a concrete alley. So, there is no cross ventilation. Hence, the rooms are hot and stuffy.

Why would I choose to live like that? Well, I am less than two months away from turning 60 years of age. My time has come and gone. The Chinatown dormitory is a mausoleum. It is a place to prepare for death. The rooms are miniature tombs, and the residents are walking cadavers. I am not saying that I am already preparing for death. That's not the case ... yet.

Typical Shopping Hotties

Incidentally, the Ross® store in the den of consumerism (read: shopping mall) in Kahala will be opening for business on Friday. I will be looking for luggage and hopefully purchase the latter next Tuesday with the senior citizen discount.