squat. busted.
squat. busted. i live next door now. safehouse two. run down. paper
falling off walls. toilets. baths. torn out. lying. beds covered with
plaster. falling off ceiling. walls. third floor wall caves in. time
to clean up. dirt everywhere. electricity. so i sleep on a couch on
the first floor. people clean rooms as they want them. no running
water. no lock on the door. but i wont be there long. safehouse one
still exists. except no electricity water. barricaded now. we dont go
in there much. cops came with landlord. people ran to the third floor.
across the rooftops. some got wakened by police boots. kicked out. no
charges pressed. we broke in later. got the rest of our stuff. things
ok.
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