I love it, I love it not
Jun 15th 2007, 5:51 pm
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Re: I love it, I love it not
When we lived in the hood, we were on the first floor of what's called a "shotgun flat". A brick building with a flat roof and two apartments one over the other. Three rooms in a row, front to back with the bathroom and a tiny bedroom off on one side. It's called a shotgun because you can look in the front window straight through to the back like looking down a shotgun barrel. The back room was the kitchen, middle room was usually the bedroom and the front room was the living room. We had the middle fixed as half sewing room for her and half photography studio for me. We slept in the front room right in front of a giant window. We also heard shots frequently and used to practice rolling off the bed onto the floor where we were protected from strays by the brick walls. The rent was cheap and we lived there five years, but we moved when my wife was pregnant with our first child. We wanted a place where he could play outside.
Jun 15th 2007, 6:02 pm
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Re: I love it, I love it not
When we lived in the hood, we were on the first floor of what's called a "shotgun flat". A brick building with a flat roof and two apartments one over the other. Three rooms in a row, front to back with the bathroom and a tiny bedroom off on one side. It's called a shotgun because you can look in the front window straight through to the back like looking down a shotgun barrel. The back room was the kitchen, middle room was usually the bedroom and the front room was the living room. We had the middle fixed as half sewing room for her and half photography studio for me. We slept in the front room right in front of a giant window. We also heard shots frequently and used to practice rolling off the bed onto the floor where we were protected from strays by the brick walls. The rent was cheap and we lived there five years, but we moved when my wife was pregnant with our first child. We wanted a place where he could play outside.
Jun 15th 2007, 6:09 pm
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Re: I love it, I love it not
Don't you mean the M61/A580 interchange.
Everyone bitches about the i405 here in LA, but its a breeze compared to my commute from Lancashire down the M61 in to the heart of Manchester each morning. My commute was anywhere from 1.5 hours to 3 hours, even after doing it for 6 years and learning all the back roads
Everyone bitches about the i405 here in LA, but its a breeze compared to my commute from Lancashire down the M61 in to the heart of Manchester each morning. My commute was anywhere from 1.5 hours to 3 hours, even after doing it for 6 years and learning all the back roads
Jun 16th 2007, 2:05 am
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Re: I love it, I love it not
Don't you mean the M61/A580 interchange.
Everyone bitches about the i405 here in LA, but its a breeze compared to my commute from Lancashire down the M61 in to the heart of Manchester each morning. My commute was anywhere from 1.5 hours to 3 hours, even after doing it for 6 years and learning all the back roads
Everyone bitches about the i405 here in LA, but its a breeze compared to my commute from Lancashire down the M61 in to the heart of Manchester each morning. My commute was anywhere from 1.5 hours to 3 hours, even after doing it for 6 years and learning all the back roads
Jun 16th 2007, 2:10 am
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Re: I love it, I love it not
When we lived in the hood, we were on the first floor of what's called a "shotgun flat". A brick building with a flat roof and two apartments one over the other. Three rooms in a row, front to back with the bathroom and a tiny bedroom off on one side. It's called a shotgun because you can look in the front window straight through to the back like looking down a shotgun barrel. The back room was the kitchen, middle room was usually the bedroom and the front room was the living room. We had the middle fixed as half sewing room for her and half photography studio for me. We slept in the front room right in front of a giant window. We also heard shots frequently and used to practice rolling off the bed onto the floor where we were protected from strays by the brick walls. The rent was cheap and we lived there five years, but we moved when my wife was pregnant with our first child. We wanted a place where he could play outside.
