claustrophobia, anyone?

the apartment was a closet, basically. the previous tenant had lived there for 30 years, and she died in the place. "of natural causes," the guy said.
thanks, but no thanks. the thought of spending even six months in there, thinking about a woman who'd spent the last elderly thirty years of her life in a roughly 11x11 room with a stove and a refridgerator at one end (no kitchen), was enough to make me start itching uncontrollably.
"I have several people who are very interested in this place, just so you know."
yeah, they can have it.

on the bus there were teenagers, most likely coming home from ballet school-
two girls, about 13, giggling like little hyenas and playing some game involving hitting each other's hands as hard as possible; their hair in buns, encased in little hairnets.
the awkward looking blonde one had on a shirt that warned, "don't make me go all Ghetto on you."
and the awkward looking boy, also about 13, was wearing a Hooters shirt...