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Reasons to Consider Investing in Multifamily Real Estate as Inflation Rises | Resident First Focus

As inflation rises, investing in multifamily real estate can be a smart move for several reasons:

Inflation-Resistant Income: With inflation, the dollar's value decreases over time. However, multifamily properties are known for providing steady rental income that tends to increase with inflation. As prices for goods and services rise, so does the value of rent, which means that property owners can continue to generate stable cash flow and protect their investments from inflation.

Hedge against Inflation: Multifamily real estate is considered a tangible asset that can serve as a hedge against inflation. As the cost of living increases, the value of multifamily properties can appreciate, allowing investors to benefit from both rental income and property value appreciation.

Diversification: Investing in multifamily real estate can help diversify your investment portfolio, reducing your overall investment risk. Real estate investments often behave differently from other investments like stocks and bonds, providing investors additional protection against market volatility.

High Demand: Multifamily properties are in high demand, particularly in areas with limited housing availability. As inflation rises, many renters may struggle to afford single-family homes, which could increase demand for multifamily properties, leading to higher rents and better returns on investment.

Tax Benefits: Multifamily real estate offers several tax benefits, such as depreciation deductions, which can offset rental income and reduce tax liability. Additionally, investors may take advantage of 1031 exchanges, which allow them to defer capital gains taxes when they sell a property and reinvest the proceeds into another property.

Overall, multifamily real estate is a solid investment option that can provide inflation-resistant income, hedge against inflation, offer diversification, and provide tax benefits. As inflation rises, these benefits become even more pronounced, making multifamily real estate an attractive investment opportunity. However, as with any investment, it's essential to research and consult a professional before making any investment decisions.

[yoshistory]

? somehow my monthly rent is LESS than what was agreed on, with like, all the additional little things they throw on after the agreement. umm.. BUT... they are for some reason charging me valet trash which.... i dont actually get... so im gonna call and see if that can get nuked off my charges. which will make it even less per month. huh. weird.

[lesbianfemmefatale]

My apartment complex took away all the dumpsters. All of them. Where the fuck am I supposed to throw away my trash now?

[comradecowplant]

going absolutely insane looking at indeed for a side job where half the openings are for positions like "trash valet" (bringing trash from someone's house/apartment to the actual collection area) or "pet waste removal" (self-explanatory)... idk if this take is "spicy" but unless you are physically disabled, take your own fucking trash out!!!! pick up after your own fucking dog!!!!!

[dishefsllc]

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[am-i-the-asshole-official]

Aita for putting two trashes out for the trash valet?

I live in an apartment complex with a trash valet service, the outdoor garbage cans are difficult to get to, if not impossible if you dont have a key to the parking garage. I've read the rules and followed updated instructions to the letter while I've lived here and one of those rules is that you're allowed to put out two tall kitchen trashcan sized bags out a day for both the regular trash and recycling as long as neither outweighs a 35 pound limit. I only do doubles like that twice a week surrounding the weekends when the trash won't be available, lately my roommate has been mentioning that on the days the trashes are doubled the man who picks them up is always somewhat angrier than usual, hes seemed fairly grumpy most times I've crossed paths with him even when he's just carting trash down the hall so before that I was assuming he just hates his job or has a resting bitch face so to speak. My roommates seem to assume the same thing and I suppose its possible that more than just us double trashes on Friday and Monday specifically so it's more annoying. I pushed it off to Tuesday the past few weeks but the roommate has reported the same thing and it was pretty miserable having to deal with an extra bag of trash for the extra time as we dont have much space. I don't really know how I'd fix things at this point so I've a little bit given up, I havent run into him and he's usually got earbuds in so I feel very awkward and rude interrupting to ask if hes got a problem with our trash and technically I am following the rules. I just wanna know if it is asshole behavior to keep doing it when he seems mad about it?

What are these acronyms?

[brattylikestoeat]

So call me dumb but I decided to clean my trashcan. It’s been sitting outside waiting for “valet” trash service since the 4th.

So heat + garbage = maggots

So after bitching to the front office they came and got the trash, which why I gotta bitch. Y’all charge $75 for this service trash shouldn’t sit out for more than 24 hours.

So my trash can is empty but it’s dirty, maggots and just overall filthy. So I poured some bleach and ammonia in there. That shit started to bubble up. So I closed the lid.



So I give it time to simmer down, I pick up the trashcan lid close, and shake it. And the lid literally burst open and pushed all these fumes in my face.

So I’m like fuck it just rinse it out. So I boiled some water and tried to pour that in there and because the fumes were so strong I turned my face away and ended up spilling boiling hot water on my foot.

Y’all I literally chucked the pan over the railing and kicked the trashcan down the stairs.

I wouldn’t have to do this if they picked up the trash like they were supposed to. Trash supposed to be out and picked up by 9pm, Monday thru Friday. They don’t pick up on weekends. So why has that shit been sitting outside for a week?

So now I have no trashcan, no pot, no nose hairs and no skin on my right foot (not really but it hurts a lot).

[redfoxwritesstuff]

Sunflower, Book 1, Chapter 13

Tom Hiddleston x OFC Series rated: M Chapter warnings: None- a bit fillery AN: Look, I've been sick for like a week and I'm drinking hot toddies like they're water this weekend so at least my throat won't hurt. I'm sorry in advanced for *anything* that may be posted.

Masterlist

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Mia hated moving. Growing up in poverty, it was a near annual event for all of her life and it never got easier. The idea of moving alone stressed her out. It made her stomach roll. It was never a pleasant experience. 

At least, that was, until now. 

Tom hadn’t been kidding about the moving crew. She didn’t even have a chance to pack anything before they were at her door, bright and early. All she could really do was keep Sally out of the way, try to hype the child up about how exciting the move was going to be and then send her off to the babysitter’s for her shift. 

That was something she hadn’t thought about before moving. Mia had counted on the connivance of having a babysitter next door. Now she’s have to make the drive back to her old complex to drop Sally off before going into work and then do it again to pick her up. Sure, the new apartment was closer to work but in reality it hadn’t ment anything. 

Tom would probably not mind if she enrolled Sally in a proper preschool on his dime. 

Mia swept the thought away. She wouldn’t do that, not so soon and not without talking to Tom about it first. He’d already spent so much money.

He’d been gone for just over a day and she was right, she did miss him. It was a simple fact that caught her off guard. It left a sweet taste in her mouth as she rolled around the concept. 

That she could deal with fine, overall. What she struggled with most was that Sally missed him. 

Tom had texted when he landed and they had attempted to chat by text while she was getting ready for bed but the conversation was stifled, awkward. 

Now she was busy and so was he, or so she assumed. Maybe he was sleeping? He has texted her early in the morning to bid her a good morning but she hadn’t heard from him since. 

It felt weird to leave the movers in charge of packing her apartment, her whole life while she left for work. They had her mark what was to be disposed of and accepted directions to watch for bugs and call for any questions. If they found anything that they believed would bring bugs to her new home, they were to call her to verify what to do and if she didn’t answer, make a judgment call. 

She had to trust them.

That was a lot of control to give strangers but Tom insisted that he arranged the best. Small appliances and electronics would be cleaned and packed safely. Food would be safely stored during travel and fragile items would be given the most care. Furniture would be disassembled and reassembled at the new apartment for her and she could expect each box to be placed in their assigned rooms. 

Mia insisted on filling a suitcase with her intimate items as well as Sally’s underwear. Sure, they were professionals but it still felt strange to have strangers pack those items. 

~~~~~<3

On her way to work, Mia ran by the new apartment complex. Just as Tom had promised, she got the keys and there was no fuss or surprises. The unit was the same one they were shown and everything was exactly as she was promised. It was clean and well taken care of. Not even the windows had the slightest smear or dirty or finger prints. 

Tom must have told them about the child- it’s disclosed on most leases anyway but it surprised Mia that there was childproofing done to the unit. There was a simple chain lock installed higher up on the balcony doors and a second stronger deadbolt added to the front door as well, higher. Like Mia’s old apartment, this one provided valet trash service. The trash can was the same small black can however rather than being picked up weekly, the service walled the halls nightly and would pick up whenever needed as long as the can was outside before the designated time. 

The front door locked by a programmable key code. It took only a few moments to show Mia how to program a guest code that would expire in twelve hours. She also got a backup key should the battery die or she finds she’s forgotten the code. As was typical of a rental, the office also maintained a hard copy of the key. 

~~~~~<3

It felt good to be at work. At work Mia could dodge questions about her personal life, hide for her breaks and be too busy to chat. She put everything into her work. For just over eight hours of the day, she could just live her normal, not complicated life. 

The small dress and flashy makeup made her look different than she did on her personal time, more dolled up and with a side of glamor. She wondered if anyone would recognize her from the photos of her and Tom. She didn’t even know how well she was shown or if the pictures even showed her face but she worried anyway.

Tom had said not to look and so far she hadn’t. 

Before she knew it, it was one in the morning and it was time for her to go. She was dead on her feet and not looking forward to driving from one end of the valley to the other and back again to get Sally. 

How would her new neighbors feel about her coming home with a small child in the middle of the night? Would the sound of her coming home bother the unit below her? It wasn’t something she had to worry about before, her neighbors in her old apartment were well used to her schedule.

~~~~~<3

Sally was a hard sleeper and didn’t wake while being carried to the car. Mia had always felt bad for the way her work caused her daughter to have a chaotic sleep schedule. Now it would only get worse. 

Once she was strapped in with the windows down, Mia handed Gretchen her payment for the night. She had raised her own kids as a single mother in poverty and knew well the struggles Mia faced and passed on a lifetime of kindness in the forgiving rates she charged Mia. 

She was retired, on social security and food stamps. Gretchen, like most Americans born into poverty, never managed to escape it. Her rent was subsidized and her boys, now men around Tom’s age themselves would send her money and deliveries when they could. 

Nothing official to put on the records but it was enough to ensure their mother was comfortable in her poverty while ensuring she always had access to the programs that would provide for her should they fall on hard times themselves. Generational poverty taught them how to game the system and not feel bad about it.

“That fancy man moving you uptown?” Gretchen was a old school country woman who would talk in country music lyrics if you let her. It always caught a newcomer off guard when she would first speak but Mia had always loved to sink into the warm twang of her voice. 

Gretchen had dark skin that carried deep wrinkles with the scars of battles long ago fought. Her stark white hair was nearly always in a series of simple braids and adorned with small golden trinkets. Sometimes she added vibrant colors to her hair, raking advantage of the blank canvas her age provided. 

People expected urban when they first saw Gretchen but the truth was urban was what her boys, not her. She had fought and sacrificed to give them access to what benefits came with growing up in the city. Her heart was forever in the ranches of Utah, a place where she loved but never really felt like she belonged. 

Being a black woman, she never did fit in there even though she had been born and raised. Too much unconscious and blatant racism both but still, home called to her heart. It was better to stay in the city though. She felt safer having people that looked like her around. 

“Seemed to me it happened pretty sudden. You ain’t have men around much before, now a fancy one is moving you. Better be careful, Girl.” 

Gretchen never called no one by their names. There was always a pet name or nickname regardless of if you wanted it. That was part of her charm and just one more way god had made her beautiful. 

“I promise, I’m being careful.” Gretchen was like a second mother to Mia in many ways. She was forever thankful for the way she would fuss over her and Sally. The love of someone who didn’t have any obligation to love you felt a the more sweet. “The apartment is paid for the year up front. There’s no losing it and I don’t know how much he’s going to be around anyway.” 

“If you say so.” Gretchen opened the driver’s door for Mia, signaling that the time for talking was done and it was time for her to get on going. “Sugar, would it be better if I came to Sally for the next few weeks or so while you get settled?” 

Gretchen was an angel, truly sent by the heavens. 

~~~~~<3

Mia was beyond exhausted when she pulled into her assigned parking spot. Sally was likewise exhausted in the backseat of the car, sleeping soundly. She was excited to see their new home bit there was only so much excitement a kid of her age can manage when it’s two in the morning. 

Carrying the child, Mia made the walk to her unit. The elevator was a godsend, saving her from having to climb stairs to the fourth floor with the dozing child in her arms. 

It felt surreal to unlock the door to the unit. Her unit. Their home. Would he call it his home too? Surely not- he had a home in England somewhere. London, hadn’t he said? 

“We’re home.” Mia whispered softly to the dozing sack of potatoes in her arms. “Let’s take a look around and then get you to bed.”

The apartment was clean and neat, even with all the boxes. Just as promised, the small dining table was assembled in the dining area. Boxes were stacked neatly against the wall, clearly labeled with their contents. Inside the refrigerator and freezer was all their perishable foods.

On the counter was a fruit bowl that she hadn’t owed piled high with fruit. A card was propped in front of the bowl that read: “Welcome Home” and signed by the management. Next to the bowl was a coloring book and simple pack of markers, a box of trash bags, a bottle of dish soap and a pack of sponges. 

It was such a kind gesture that she had never seen before. It felt good to be treated with such respect by the management. Was this what it felt like to not be renting a poverty apartment?

Mia showed Sally the master bedroom so that if she woke in the middle of the night she would know where to go. Next was the hall bathroom between the two bedrooms. The outlet in the hall was topped with a built in nightlight. It was a soft white light. Was that always there or had they made that change for her as well?

The bathroom had a similar built in nightlight above the light switch. When Mia turned the light on, the nightlight turned off automatically. She was sure that light wasn’t there before.

How much trouble did they go through making such small changes for her comfort in the unit? Had Tom asked for it or did they do it themselves? Was it difficult? She hoped it hadn’t cost them much to do. 

In Sally’s room, there was no built in nightlight. She appreciated that, she had been wanting to wean Sally off the nightlights. For now though, they would use the nightlights to keep the dark away. It was hard enough to sleep in a unknown space.

Sally’s bed was assembled and made. Her dresser was placed against the wall with her bookshelf next to it. They had unpacked her books and placed them back on the shelf. The toy bins were placed back in the shelf they belonged to. 

It was a relief to see that the room didn’t have the same level of strangeness that was in the rest of the apartment. The movers had made an effort to settle this room. 

Did that cost extra or were they just that kind?

The bed was made, blankets neatly folded back and waiting for Sally’s little body. Mia had planned to wash the bedding in the morning- the apartment had a built in washer and dryer set- since someone else had been handling them. Moving was a messy business anyway. But as she nestled Sally into her bed, it was clear that wasn’t needed. The bedding was freshly laundered and smelled linen fresh. 

~~~~~<3

She tripped over her dress as they ran through the hotel halls. His laugh, ever so unique and warm seemed to surround her. Holding her hand in his, he kept her on their feet. 

Hurry, hurry- keep running. Run as fast as your legs can take you to your future. Don’t look back. Let him lead. Follow him to the ends of the earth. Her white dress tangled around her legs and she struggled to hold onto the heels in her hands. 

She knew better than to be running around a resort without shoes but couldn’t be bothered to care. This was a fairytale where the floors were clean and no drunk’s vomit or spilled drinks would dirty her feet. 

Tom’s hand reached out and blocked an empty elevator door from closing. As it opened again, he slipped inside, pulling her in with him. The car was empty and they were alone for the first time. Finally alone. 

Oh how good it felt to be alone with him. 

~~~~~<3

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[aggressivelyarospec]

‘Aro Movies Monday’: Master List ⇝ July / August 2023

[Completed 29/8/23]

❧ Romance-Free

Papillon (1973) — Movie [Link]

Trash of the Count’s Family — Book [Link]

My Little Pony: The Movie (2017) — Movie [Link]

Soul Path (2022) — Webtoon [Link]

Robinson Crusoe on Mars (1964) — Movie [Link]

The Big Short (2015) — Movie [Link]

Prey (2022) — Movie [Link]

All is Lost (2013) — Movie [Link]

Them (1954) — Movie [Link]

Attack the Block (2011) — Movie [Link]

Titanium (2011) — Music Video [Link]

Jurassic Park (1990) — Book [Link]

❧ Aro-Friendly

Guardians of the Galaxy vol. 3 (2023) — Movie [Link]

The Bear (2022) — TV Show [Link]

Kizazi Moto: Generation Fire (2023) — TV Show [Link]

Community — TV Show [Link]

#Alive (2020) — Movie [Link]

Barbie (2023) — Movie [Link]

The Valet (2022) — Movie [Link]

Hidden Figures (2016) — Movie [Link]

Cellular (2004) — Movie [Link]

The Nice Guys (2016) — Movie [Link]

The RCN Series (1998) — Book [Link]

Boston Legal (2004) — TV Show [Link]

Dungeons & Dragons: Honor Among Thieves (2023) — Movie [Link]

A Silent Panic (The Dupont Show with June Allyson, 1959) — Short Film [Link]

Remember the Titans (2000) — Movie [Link]

Kingsman: The Secret Service (2014) — Movie [Link]

Maniac (2018) — TV Show [Link]

Teen Titans (2003) — TV Show [Link]

Harold and Maude (1971) — Movie [Link]

Lars and the Real Girl (2007) — Movie [Link]

Jughead (2015) — Book [Link]

Nine to Five (1980) — Movie [Link]

Cowboys and Angels (2003) — Movie [Link]

❧ Aro-Negative

Good Omens (2019) — TV Show [Link]

When Harry Met Sally (1989) — Movie [Link]

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you know now that I think about it… it’s so damn weird that this apartment has a security system and valet trash service but it did NOT come with any sort of lighting or ceiling fan in the living room.

[princeescaluswords]

Is calling Allison Argent “anything with a pulse” not being used in a misogynist context? / You tell me, Pew. Is calling and reducing Allison Argent to "Scott's dead white girlfriend" not misogynist? You are the one who used those words after all

I would usually put something like this in the trash bin, but you brought up something that I want to talk about: context.

I did say the words "Scott's dead white girlfriend" because I was expressing my displeasure with the show's writing in Apotheosis (5x20). In it, for those who might not know, Scott is fighting with The Beast, Sebastien Valet, who by sheer coincidence (something else that displeased me) shoves his claws into the back of Scott's neck, thereby seeing images of Scott's memories of Allison.

I would argue that describing Allison in Apotheosis as "Scott's dead white girlfriend" is not misogynist because, at the time, she was actually dead, she has always been white, and the memories in which she was appearing were flashbacks to romantic and emotional scenes between them. So yes, I did describe Scott's dead white girlfriend as "Scott's dead white girlfriend."

But why did I do it? Why was I disappointed by Allison's appearance in Apotheosis? Well, that's something I feel is worth talking about.

Contrary to some people's opinions, I've never been shy about talking about how the writers of Teen Wolf fed into fandom and Hollywood racism by establishing repeatedly that Scott, to be a hero, can never act in behalf of his own emotions, but must overcome adversity and pain only to be in service to others. Don't get me wrong, it's a noble characteristic, and one that makes me like Scott, but it became racist when the production veered, as it so often did, into making it mandatory, in a way they never did for any other especially white character. It seemed to me that in Season 5, the writers had characters forget that Scott didn't seek to become a werewolf, he didn't seek to become an alpha, and so had his own mother give him a speech in Status Asthmaticus (5x10) in which she told him, essentially, that he had to let people abuse him in order to be a good leader. In a similar vein, The writers had Mason say that Scott had to forgive Liam in Damnatio Memoriae (5x12). Fighting to preserve the lives that would be lost to La Bête du Gévaudan isn't enough, Scott has to let people like Stiles and Malia and Liam hurt him and the Beast himself violate him to justify his own survival.

DEAD. In keeping with that injustice, the violation of Scott's memories in Apotheosis is portrayed as a triumph. It's just another thing that Scott has to sacrifice to save people, and the writers were very eager to portray this as necessary. "Allison saved him," Stiles tells Lydia, but the truth is -- Allison is dead (at that point). She didn't save shit. Scott isn't dead, but the writers hardly care. How does Scott feel about another serial killer rooting around in his head? We'll never know. The writers put the consequences of that into Things That Are Unnecessary, such as Mason's reaction to being the host for Valet.

WHITE. We all know how hard Kira got screwed as a character in Season 5B. We know that scenes elaborating on Kira's time in the desert was cut, and the way that she was written out was flaming hot garbage, to be compounded later by the "her story was finished" crap of Season 6. Contrary to the Asshole Anon's rantings, I do pay attention to the way the production treated Kira and Arden Cho, and while I also know that Jeff Davis placed special narrative importance on Scott and Allison's relationship, the execution of Kira and Scott's relationship in 5B (especially the Cheap-Ass Green Screen scene) managed to damage the relationship for the audience in a totally unnecessary way, compounded by the fact that after 5x20, Scott never mentioned Kira again.

So yes, I was critical of how they employed Allison in Apotheosis, and I said so. If they wanted to show how powerful Scott's love for others and willingness to sacrifice they could have spent more time on how that affected Scott. The dynamics of Scott saying goodbye to Kira at Shiprock and then very next scene having him wordlessly focus on Allison (instead of letting Stiles tell Lydia about it, it should have been Scott) are just terrible. I don't think that describing how the production messed up is misogynist at all.

Indeed, one of the things I loved most about the movie is that there wasn't a hint of Scott having to justify his survival in how he treats other people, especially in how he treats Allison.

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[hermesserpent-stuff]

i wrote a one shot for the mysterio's apprentice au

might cross post onto ao3 laters

also got a lot more ideas for this in my brains now!!

Peter rubs his glasses on his shirt, trying to get the rainwater off. He huffs as he puts his glasses back on and tugs his rain jacket back down over his shirt. He looks up at the roof of the bus shelter. Rain pings off of it in a steady rhythm, accompanied by the swooshing of cars through puddles. He supposes it is not too terrible that his headphones were broken today. Stupid Flash. He huffs again, rubbing at a bruising arm before pulling out a notebook.

In better news, he had found a smashed game console in the trash. Most of the internal hardware is still usable. So that is nice! He doodles a few ideas of what to do with these components. He tilts his head as he doodles and writes, losing himself a little. He hears someone else enter the bus shelter but keeps to himself. He only looks up when he notices that the other person has gotten closer. He looks up.

It is an adult, well-dressed, with eyes firmly on Peter’s sketches. Peter grips the notebook, nervous. The man blinks and flushes.

“Oh! Sorry. Terribly rude to me. But I find your design fascinating.”

“Really?”

Peter finds so few people that are interested in his technical work. His aunt and uncle try, but they do not understand. 

“Yeah, I think that you are definitely going to have a really interesting way to open a drawer. But have you considered making it remote-controlled, just for the heck of it, using these sensor bits?”

“How… How would you do that?”

The man plops down on the bench beside him with a dramatic hair swish. Peter hesitantly hands over his notebook and pencil and the man carefully writes a few things down as Peter leans in to watch. 

“Oh! But what about?”

  They fall into deep conversation and Peter eventually flips to the other designs that he has drawn over the past few weeks. It feels really nice to have someone ooh and ahh over his designs. Neither notice that time is passing them by, enraptured by the discussion and trading of ideas. Both realize that they have missed their buses as the man checks his watch. Peter feels a bit bad.

“I'm sorry sir.”

“It's fine, kid. I made you miss your bus too!” The man says with a smile and a cheery laugh. 

“Im Quentin Beck, at your service.”

The man offers his hand. Peter snorts a little at the dramatics and takes the offered hand, getting a firm shake.

“Peter Parker.”

“Oh what an alliterative name!”

Peter tilts his head and adjusts his glasses. Beck lights up.

“Meaning that the first and last name starts with the same letter.”

“There's a word for that? Why?”

“Because we have to have words to specifically describe things for ease of communication.”

“But you just had to explain the word.”

“But I won't need to again!”

“... That's a good point.”

They chat a little more and discover that they are taking the same bus. This time they both keep an eye out for it and hop on when it comes. It starts raining more harshly as they ride the bus and Peter scrunches his nose at the thought of taking the miserable walk home. A umbrella and card are pressed into his hands. 

“Valete Alliterative Peter Parker. May we cross paths again.”

Beck says with a bright smile, before slipping off the bus. Peter does not even have the chance to try and return the umbrella, much less thank the man for it. He looks at the business card. A flourishing name and series of numbers adorn it, giving no hint as to the man’s job. But Peter finds himself plugging it in, somewhat enamored with the idea of being able to talk to the tech genius again. Plus, he had to return the man’s umbrella at some point. 

[lydia-too-late]

WODtober: City By Night

Half the lights in the parking lot are dead. The rest shiver in a pattern unknown, indecipherable, irrelevant. In dust-ridden light below, weeds gasp upward from spiderwebs cracking far across the asphalt, a testament to the tenacity of life in the shadow of death. Their ancestors' roots, after all, fed from blood seeping from shoddy sewer pipes. Pale and dry, this year's crop dreams of old violence.

Hazy nights, most of the spots fill with cars. Two, three, six people to each: dented Camrys or tricked-out Civics, second- or third- or fourth-hand Accords. A generic work truck, gravely battered. In an attempt to attract a more moneyed crowd, they offered a valet service for a few weeks last year, but the idea died swiftly of neglect, disuse. In years past, maybe things would have been different. In the future, maybe things will be different. For now, people collect in the parking lot, before or after, smoking in lazy circles or pawing at clothes in backseats, sticking close to the functioning lights out of some primal campfire instinct. Muffled bass shivers through the stern cinderblock structure out into the wasteland beyond. No one wonders why there aren't many windows.

This crowd doesn't travel far. The anarcho-punks, the grunge-goths, poor club kids, young Mexicans: the disinterested, disaffected, disenchanted. Prep school kids slumming it, looking for drugs or something worse. Easy targets, really.

Surviving from the days of functioning industry, an ancient bus stop marks the edge of the parking lot, still serviced every couple of hours throughout the night. The battered plexiglass reads TANTRUM, scratched deep and desperate into its center, an exercise in its own existence. DOPE, or maybe it's DOSE, graffitied in black above it. A single cartoon eye, half-lidded and offensively purple, watches from the ceiling; cigarette burns and butts and other trash litter the floor. Most nights, someone sleeps on the bench.

So many years of death can never be fully washed away. Herds to the slaughter, these poor dull-eyed creatures. We think they couldn't know what awaited them, but they could smell it, certainly: the blood of today, yesterday, last year, a thousand years. This is where you die. It's still there, she knows, beneath the dirt the grim and and the crumbling concrete. That's why they still come, year after year. To unburden themselves of poverty and alienation and oppression at the alter of death, to become sublime in darkness. Such freedom demands sacrifice, and Matanza has seen plenty. The soil, the concrete, the sky: it all remembers blood. Yearns for it. And you think, perhaps, one day this place will know showers of blood again.

Tonight, it merely rains. Just when you've forgotten the weather can change.