There’s a leak right now. It’s in my living room which is on the second floor of an antique house turned apartment building.This place has an attic. So needless to say it’s 3 stories.
Well the gutters haven’t been replaced since 1943 it doesn’t seem. So where the corner meets attic when it rains it beats down on that part of the roof due to lack of gutter system, and over time this has developed into what I’m currently listening to. Hard water dripping from a 12 foot ceiling…
It’s not supposed to stop till damn near Tuesday this being Sunday. Towel after towel…. drip. Drip drip…. goddammit.
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Is this a poem?
Dude, that sounds like a horror movie. You’re basically living in a ticking time bomb of old pipes and broken gutters. I can just imagine you sitting there, surrounded by towels like it’s some weird spa day, but with more rage and less relaxation. Hope the drip doesn’t turn into a waterfall, man!