$750 close to BART

It's an olive, beat-up, apartment complex. Totally looks like a hotel. Grey, weirdo neighbor, stands on the balcony laughing about it with me. We joke about painting a pool on the parking lot below. We're completists. Jewish immigrants down in the corner apartment on halloween with their kid. He's dressed up as a dragon. Says "raaaaaaaaawwwwwwwr" when I walk by. Cute as hell. It breaks your heart. Guy downstairs gets his kid once in a while. Must be some divorce. He wants a yard. He wants a garden. He's always trying to make the tiny space in front of his door into a garden. More plants than can fit. Watering all the time in his sandals. Cars try to edge by without breaking his pots, but they can't. He waters other people's plants. Wants to make this cheap hotel into something. We all do. Teenager downstairs is a trouble maker. His mom says so. He sneaks behind the complex to smoke pot with hot high school girls. His mom says he's always up to no good. N and I lurk into some indian place downtown and see this kid in the corner playing the most beautiful guitar ever. He's in some trance. Just playing his heart out. Do the hot high schools even know about that? Old black lady in number four is in some pyramid scheme. She's always giving me samples. Tubes of liquid that are supposed to revitalize your day and sketchy vitamins like you'd see on the counter of some liquor store. When she walks by i'm out smoking and I say "hey thanks those things did wonders for me" and she says "thanks sweetie". I've got a cabinet full of this stuff. Never touched it. Land Lady speaks in a thick accent. Her son always wanted to play music. He's got to come around and move the trashcans out to the street etc. I'm pretty sure his wife hit on me when he was out of town once and my kitchen sink was fucked up. He's got this little kid with curly blond hair. Looks like an Aryan angel poster child. Kid hangs out in my studio while his dad fixes things. I know one magic trick. It's some cheap disappearing coin thing and it always cracks the kid up. We all listen to NPR and joke around. It's this trashy olive apartment complex filled with starts and middles and ends. We share laundry detergent and sometimes say "hi" when we pass each other.