I was sitting on a window ledge, on the third floor of an apartment building. I had my camera with me, and I was taking picture of the actions below. One of the neighbor girls was learning to drive, and I watched as she nearly drove her truck into a phone pole. She got out and looked up and smiled, as if she was proudly posing for a picture.
It was about that time that I realized that I was stuck out on this ledge, and I couldn't really turn around to come back in because there was a rail behind me that was only providing about 3 or 4 inches of ledge for me to sit on. If I turned to come back in, I'd slide off the edge and fall. I hollered for Genesee to come and hold on to my collar while I turned around, then I went inside.
Inside, I sat down at a booth in our kitchen. Before I realized it, Barbara Streisand snuck up behind me and cornered me. She was saying that I better get busy packing my stuff, because she had spoken with the landlord and was going to be moving in to my apartment very soon. She said that because I had already informed the landlord that I was looking for a new place, she decided to go ahead and kick me out early so Barbara could move in.
