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Feb 13 03: hack
Round about 4pm every day the smoke starts. The downstairs neighbor apparently lights up in the afternoon and keeps going until sometime in the wee small hours. It seeps up through the floor.
This hasn’t always been a problem, but now that the guy downstairs is facing legal action (for illegally turning his apartment into two apartments, and then subletting the one with the bathroom), he seems to be home much more often. (That’s right. Apparently he has subleased his bathroom to somebody else. What he does when nature calls I do not know, nor do I ask.) He only lives in the half that’s beneath my office and the bedroom. So those are the only rooms affected. Fabulous.
So anyway: if you see me and my clothes smell like smoke, that’s probably why.