I was telling Rosa I'm being squeezed here. They should show me a bill from Western Powers.
'Get back to Trang's fast.'
Bongo is alone.
'Maybe he's lonely.'
Yes, that heroic performance of banging on my door with a screw driver didn't impress Faith who left anyway.
Now he's alone and has to throw out the rubbish himself.
Rosa hasn't seen him for a while now.
He's there.
He's inside.
He's enjoying the fast internet.
The gas cooker.
And not paying utility bills
Not like me. On top of my rent of $200 a week, I'm paying another $70 for electricity.
The landlord, Eric and his Chinese wife Jane, are like that clown at the fair you throw ping pong balls at.
Every coin thrown into their mouths, they consumer.
'We rely on the rent,' said Eric.
And I bet you make a nice profit on your electricity scam.
Show me the Western Powers will and let me compare it with what you are charring me, at 28 cents a unit.
Maybe they aren't conning me.
Maybe they are.
'Get out fast,' says Rosa.
What, back to the door slamming pygmy?
'It will be cheaper.'
But more dangerous.
I just don't feel comfortable living with someone is capable of decapitating your head.
He was just too cool about it.
Lucky I don't have a gun, I said to Rosa.
'Why?;
Because I'd use it.
