Summer Place ---------------- This here, Hanna, is my apartment. Told you- it will be a mess. We are sixteen guys here, you know? Beside this living room, We have two bedrooms inside: Three mattressess side by side, sleeps five! And how do you like this bar of a kitchen we have? Complete with barstools and all... Let me move this blanket, Here, have a seat. It was my turn to sleep on the couch last night. Haven't had time to do the dishes, he...he...sorry if that smells. Seventeen hour workdays are the norm, Get high when not working, no time to spare. Our rules, they vanished the second week here. That's why the beer cans and bottles, the pennies and nickels all over. We don't mind using dinner plates as ashtrays anymore. And look at that- the prize of it all- that Wal-MArt bag full of dirty,smelly "Lost and Found" socks. Our hope is that the burglar who stole Yogesh's bike will take that bag next time. Shiny mahagony walls! Not cheap this place, But split it sixteen ways and it's manageable. Convinient location though, you see, The bus stop is right there. And that is Club Kahuna Sure the techno rivets till 2 AM, And if this couch is your bed, You can hear the drunken laughter of women making their way home. Hanna, you know what I like about it the most? When from out the porch, I can see, The rising sun on the Atlantic. Crimson and Red! Pity it's only till summer's end. ------- mG.