The Apartment

..I mean business by day, but party by night. And it doesn't matter what night. I house bands from all over the country...and kids from all over the county. Some call me a savior..others call me a homeless shelter...i've even been called a pub once. Its whatever..Yeah, i used to be clean once. But now, my carpets are all fucked up. Stains everywhere. Beer stains, dirt stains, food stains..and all those other nasty stains. You've got some balls if you walk on my carpets with your bare feet. Big balls. My walls were once clean as well. Now, i've got everything from smashed roach parts..to black puke on them. Not to mention i've got BB holes from these little fuckers shooting a BB gun. If they come around again...i'll shoot bb's in them, see how they like it.Yeah, i've seen a lot of action go down here. I've seen a lot of innocense lost. It's sad, but happens. I've got so many freaky stories..and i dont mean scary. I mean kinky shit. I've seen kids become alcoholics, smokers..whatever. But, i've seen em grow up too. For some reason, people flock to me. What the hell do i have, that their own HOME doesnt have? Probably roaches. But thats about it. I'm like an abusive boy friend, that beats the hell out of his girlfriend, but she 'still comes back from more.' They all come back.Thats right. It's true lots of chix have attempted to clean my act up a little bit. And it helped...at least for a couple of days. I just cant stand the fact of being clean. It's so dirty...My kitchen probably hasn't seen an actual HOME cooked meal since the summer of 02. Those were the good ol days...so young...so innocent. I was in my prime... Now that i think about it..it's been awhile. I've seen room mates i host, come and go... I'm about to kick another one out real soon...I'm due.