mold spores and refugees

a flood has just ripped through half of Art House in one of the greatest feats of unpredictable plumbing the Rochester Institute of Technology has ever seen. a hot water pipe burst in the handicrapper of the floor as a result of a faulty window, RIT's inability to fix problems in a timely manner, and lack of heat over the winter break. this bathroom math just so happened to explode the hot water pipe conveniently placed across the hall from room 2028, the residence of justine raymond, ending in utter catastrophe! crap fills in the hallway from the bathrooms to the stairwell, lined up like hurricane katrina just ripped the hall a new one. half of the tenants escaped the horrible mess, and for once are grateful to live in bumfuck art house, in the hallway no one cares about.

the water raised as high as five inches in room 2028, and damaged things from clothes to film, from rugs to electrical outlets, and destroyed all of justine's artwork she collected from high school. "i lost pretty much four years of my life," she explained, filing through her water-warped pieces of art. "i guess it was all shitty, but it still kind of sucks. 'happy new year, your shit's fucked'." the tennants of nearby rooms also lament about all their lost items, ranging from the very basic (wet clothes) to the more exotic (amazing artwork, a printer, a pot stash), and many are proud (and pissed) to say,

"i survived the great art house flood of 09!"
now lets hope those motherfuckers give us some pain and suffering.