“Do I still have to pay rent for this apartment?” I ask as Hercules and I slowly step up the steep staircase, my legs already feeling like jelly. After living in a comfortable mansion for almost a month, I’ve noticed certain things in Texas that I find a little hard to do now than I did before, one of them being climbing up three floors to get my house because on this very unfortunate day the elevator was still not working like it hasn’t been for the past unfortunate year.
I remember the last time I walked up the stairs, my hands were carrying bags of shopping and the only thing in my mind that was worrying me that day was the fact that I was going to spend my Friday night alone with only a bottle of cheap wine to nurse. If I had only known that the next time when I step over the thresho
