Worst Place That You Have Ever Lived.

[BeverleyMarsh]

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Me! Me! Me! I'd be so much fun in London!


That is going to be awesome!

Me too !! I'd love to meet you all in London. And imagine if that could coincide with a London book signing, that would be awesome

 

[not_nadine]

You should read Mr. JD's thread that is archived. Wonderful. There was a meet-up in London with pictures. Our own Ms Mod was there.

 

[BeverleyMarsh]

You should read Mr. JD's thread that is archived. Wonderful. There was a meet-up in London with pictures. Our own Ms Mod was there.

wow, I'll look that up now, thanks nadine.

 

[BeverleyMarsh]

wow, I'll look that up now, thanks nadine.

I wasn't able to find it, do you know how I can search for it?

 

[not_nadine]

I don't know if it still available. Maybe Spideyman can help with this

I think that it was titled "London, through my eyes"

 

[BeverleyMarsh]

I don't know if it still available. Maybe Spideyman can help with this

I think that it was titled "London, through my eyes"

Thanks Nadine, or not nadine rather, I don't know. What's the story behind the "not nadine" by the way?

 

[not_nadine]

Thanks Nadine, or not nadine rather, I don't know. What's the story behind the "not nadine" by the way?

Avatar is Nadine Cross from the mini series "The Stand"
well, I am not nadine.

Sounded good at the time.....

But, I am still Roont.

 

[Spideyman]

I don't know if it still available. Maybe Spideyman can help with this

I think that it was titled "London, through my eyes"

I am unable to access the archives. Keep getting an error message.

 

[BeverleyMarsh]

Avatar is Nadine Cross from the mini series "The Stand"
well, I am not nadine.

Sounded good at the time.....

But, I am still Roont.

I see

 

[Riot87]

Tivoli gardens which is a neighborhood in Kingston Jamaica where i was born

i lost my older brother to that hood its so dangerous there and i am glad to be out of that place.

 

[GNTLGNT]

...like The Rat said, not so much a locale as the place....my first apartment was so poorly insulated it snowed inside....fer reals....had to scoop it up...on the plus side, I could catch a contact buzz from the neighbors who's clock was always set at 4:20...lots of smoke through the ventilation...

 

[Lepplady]

While we're over that way, we should go on to Scotland and see if we can find this guy.

I'm sorry. What were we talking about? Kinda lost track.

 

[do1you9love?]

When my mom finally left my biological father, we moved into a tiny apartment above a furniture store in a VERY small town. It wasn't the worst place ever, and she tried to make it a good place for me but it was really scary for a 4 year old. I have been very blessed with nice accommodations since then.

NN, hope you get your living situation sorted out soon!

 

[PatInTheHat]

Not so much the location, but the dwelling. A mobile home 'duplex', if you can dig that. Half of a trailer in a lousy trailer park. The entire interior was smaller than the room I'm in now. Bathroom, kitchen/livin room combo, bedroom, all crammed into an area roughly the size of a Chevy Van. Add one plump ex-girlfriend, her geriatric housecat, and all her junk, and I could hardly breathe.

If you were in the bathroom at the right time you could literally hear our adjoining neighbor take his morning dump. All the neighbors were sour, rednecked bastids. All except for the laid-back Mexican family living in another duplex across the way. How they kept so cheery I'll never know--no fooling, there were seven of them in theirs. I'd wanna hang myself.

But, you know, this was way back in the glorious nineties. With the right mindset one could tolerate anything. Om mani padme hum and all that.

Let's hear it for Heavy Chevy Van!

 

[muskrat]

Let's hear it for Heavy Chevy Van!

...and that's all right with me.

 

[danie]

...and that's all right with me.

One of my all-time favourite songs.

 

[TheRedQueen]

Since I've lived in or near Reno my whole life, my worst place would be a street. Moana Lane to be exact. It was an apartment complex, and we lived on the third floor. (this is back in the early days of my first marriage.) There was plenty of room, a high vaulted ceiling, a balcony, it looked nice.

But there was no central air, so we melted in the summer. Nothing was up to code, and a lot of stuff was on the verge of falling apart. Including the balcony. When you went out into the common hall, you could see stains on the walls and carpet, chihuahua poop on the floors, holes kicked into the stairwell wall, it was a mess. It smelled. The elevator looked like it was new in Ben Franklin's day, and the stairwell was a perfect hideout for unsavory people. You could hear sirens blaring up and down the street all day and all night, and the worst of it was our neighbors. They were so loud they may as well have been living with us. And management refused to do anything about it, because they just so happened to be the maintenance people.

And then a freak winter storm happened, and the whole roof in our hallway caved and flooded. There had already been a muggy, moldy smell in the apartment, and after the cave-in the stench of mold was obvious. You could even see it, up in the pipes and along the exposed Sheetrock. You could look up into the exposed wires and pipes and see that repairs had been made with duct tape. When we asked management to put us in a hotel until the ceiling was fixed, they said there was no mold at all, it was perfectly liveable, and they weren't going to help us. We had a newborn at that time, and had to break the lease. No way we were going to spend another day in that stink hole.

 

[Sliced Bread]

The town I grew up in earned the unenviable title of the "heroin capital of Europe". Living there wasn't much fun at times. It wasn't crime or anything like that but seeing friends die and families torn apart was pretty rough.

Heroin in Fraserburgh - Life and Style - The Independent

 

[Sliced Bread]

While we're over that way, we should go on to Scotland and see if we can find this guy.

Hey, where'd you find that picture of me?!

 

[hipmamajen]

The worst place I lived was in a basement of a Victorian house that had been converted to apartments. 5 apartments, with 9 girls living in the building, I was the only singleton.

The summer was okay, but when everything froze over, my apartment became the drainage for the whole building. It started with water on my kitchen floor, bubbling up through a floor drain.

The first time it happened, the landlord came and said it was from the washing machine, and that he would talk to everyone about setting up a schedule. He gave me a nice mop and some floor soap (I was in college, so that was like an early Christmas) and told me to call him if it happened again.

So I did, the next day. And the day after. And every day for a week or so. Until the day I called him screaming because that day, for the first time, it wasn't just a little bubbly water on the floor, it was everywhere in my kitchen and also coming up my shower drain. And, it was full of toilet paper.

He came rushing out with a plumber, because now all of a sudden s**t was real. Literally. The plumber was snaking things all through the bulding, and told the landlord that there was a really stubborn blockage between the house and the street, and that he would need to access it from an opening in the back yard to determine from there what to do.

As soon as they went outside, I got my boots and my bleach and set about furiously mopping my house down for 8 zillionth time. Then I heard yelling from the back yard. Out the window, I could see the plumber and the landlord had obviously breached the line, and were now cowering as (I swear this is how I remember it) a 6 foot high geyser of

Spoiler

poop and tampons

shot straight up into the air and rained down on them for a good 15 seconds.

Apparently it wasn't the washing machine after all! We got a new set of rules about what you could and couldn't flush, and it must have worked because my apartment quit flooding. No one made any serious effort to clean up the back yard (how would you, fire?), and since it was all right there outside my kitchen window I decided I just couldn't hang with the whole situation and left as soon as my lease was up.