The Apartment From Hell. Can Things Get Any Worse?

Sometime in the fall of 2012, I was attending an art festival in Tempe, Arizona. After a few hours of perusing paintings, crafts, photography and other artwork, I texted my friend Jim, who lived in the area. He invited me over. Within milliseconds of entering through the front door, the stench of guy hit me. We're talking stale … Continue reading The Apartment From Hell. Can Things Get Any Worse?