this morning #682.

this morning, with all of the details finally all ironed out, he was left with nothing but an enormous vacuum. it sucked. they’d taken every last bit from him & all he got was the thankless task of cleaning up the empty apartment by himself. he uncoiled the cord & brought it to the wall. this was not at all how he’d expected things to go. once upon a time, they’d all been quite close but relationships inevitably evolve. initial alliances. stolen moments. furniture purchases. romance. broken promises. roommates rarely maintain democratic ideals & when the shit went down, he was the one on the outs. he did want his security deposit back though, so he just sucked it up & put the dyson to work.