Roach infested hole

That apartment we took in Fell's Point was really a tiny kitchen, a tiny bathroom, and a small living/bed room. There were roaches galore and we caught several mice. Keith drowned 1 and dropped the other out of the 4th floor window (torturing small animals anyone?) He "wallpapered" one whole wall with centerfold pinups from rags like Cheri.

I either rode the bus or walked to and from work. Keith hated that I worked on the 18th(?) floor of a bank and that he couldn't just pop in to see me. He had to be announced by the guards on the ground floor. In his mind, that announcement/ride up the elevator gave me time to get dressed and clean up all the sex scenes, etc because I was surely screwing all the guys in the office. In reality, I was bored out of my skull. I learned all the products quickly and became very proficient in processing the paperwork. Too proficient. I started calling off sick beyond my number of sick days and vacation days. I was counselled but too valuable to fire. I made friends with Jackie, one of the admin assistants. Keith partied and partied and partied.

Burger King came out with a promotion involving Pound Puppies. Keith wanted us to collect the whole set for a gift for his daughter. I had all but the last Puppie and the BK close to my office was sold out. It was the last day of the promo. I called around and found a BK that still had some. Now, this was in the days of cell phones that looked like suitcases, and our home phone was turned off due to lack of payment on the bills. So I had no way to contact Keith. I know it was his day to go cash his check at a bar, so I figured it would be okay if I chased down that last Puppie. Jackie and her husband gave me a ride. Mission success! I got the last one they had.

When I got home, I was all content and proud of myself. Keith was sitting there in the roach motel in the dark, drunk and fuming. He was sure I'd been out screwing around and verbally beat me to a pulp. He ate the cold BK food in a very disgusting display. Eventually, he was exhausted and passed out. I quietly laid down next to him and cried myself to sleep. Sometime in the night, he woke up in that drunken stupor mumbling something about having to take a piss. Well, he must not have realized where he really was (or maybe he did) because he pissed all over me.