I live in the top floor of a broken-down shit-hole house, in a rainy city filled with raccoons. My only roommate, Jasper, is a thirty-something-year-old who works at the library.
Our landlord is an eccentric millionaire named Wendy. I’ve never met Wendy, nor do I want to. I only know three things about her:
1. she doesn’t believe in repairing stuff
2. she spent time in an insane asylum
3. we wouldn’t want to make her angry
My name is I, and this is the story of my house.
Slumlord Millionaires 