Apartment Horror Stories, Part One: Santa Barbara and the Microwave

My second year of college in Santa Barbara, I moved into my very first apartment. I had an air mattress, a bean bag chair, and a very low bar for living standards. It was the best of times. Granted, when I joyously threw open the kitchen window, I found myself face to face with a painting …

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