a line in the sand

Sometimes my faith in humanity takes a serious hit.

I got in from the bus this evening after a pretty uneventful trip back and found out that Jason had called to say that my paycheck is finally, finally available. We were pretty excited and decided to get out of the apartment and have some restaurant food to celebrate - it's sickeningly hot in here tonight even without cooking.

When we came back, the house reeked of pot smoke. I walked into the kitchen and heard the telltale sounds of people on the roof - obviously the perfect place for a clandestine toke - and yelled to Sean that there were people out there, which of course made them bolt. I didn't see them, but I could hear them. I leaned closer to the window to see if they were really gone and noticed that the cookbooks on the windowsill were wet. Which is weird, because it isn't raining.

Someone pissed through the screen and wrecked most of our cookbooks.

I think maybe I will start looking for a new apartment tomorrow. People on the roof on the weekends is bad enough to almost make me want to move, but this is just unbelievable. And sickening.

At least I got paid.