Bedbugs

I decided to write a haiku: what is a bedbug? itching paranoia. Gross. Fuck you bedbugs. Fortunately, I no longer live at the house on Broadway (4 brighton ave), with a scumlord named Jason, who rents out bedbug infested rooms, with a crack head whore, Kymber, living upstairs, and an alcoholic hobo, Mikey, who slept … [Read more…]