I'm so out of it

I'm kicking myself for going to google to read all about it. Geez, I don't like the ooh, what horrible thing happened aspect to my interest. But hey.

As my excuse, I'll say that I once lived in an apartment right next door to another playmate of the year. I was fairly cowed (..) by the screaming fights she and her boyfriend had..
so, y'know, just naturally I'm curious.

Keep me posted, Dys. When you find out, I mean.

osso,

who was the playmate you lived next-door to?
just curious...

Angela Dorian, so called.

i read an article about her once...

It was all new to me, I was the last of many to grow up. I've no idea if Angela (or her real name, available online) was a valkyrie or the boyfriend was a maniac. I was newly out of one of the quietest homes in the universe, so my view may be skiewed. But they were damned loud on the other side of the wall.

That was the place with the cockroaches...

But wait..

I looked her up on google a few minutes ago and she, even then, might have been not the entirely screaming banchee I thought at the time, not that the guy didn't deserve it...

but a thoughtful person.

This is hard, that was forty years ago, and it was my first apartment.


Let's just say I didn't think they were mellow.

What can I say...

If I lived there now, which I can't afford to, it was about two blocks from Century City, oh, never mind... and if she lived there now, and we were both who we were then...

in hindsight, I'm sorry we never talked.

I guess hindsight is a poor choice.
Ok, ok,
in retrospect...

I should stop commenting if that was actual abuse. It might or might not have been but I'd no understanding of the scope of that at the time.
I just remember loud.

Who knows? I don't really know anything about this woman. I might like her gumption.