Melissa and Ange left the DDC Factory Floor today once and for all.

Somewhat sad, somewhat liberating, somewhat of a new start, etc.

They have a cute little joint–approved by the DDC Housing Committee–up on Hawthorne and 36th, full of little nooks and drawers and closets. Nice hardwood floors, big windows, and in a instance of luck, towards the back of the complex. Maybe the final line item constitutes a fitting label of “low key.” Hope so. These girls look tough, but are pudding in the hands of strangers. I’m glad they are set back from the hustle/bustle of the busy street.

That section of Hawthorne is pretty busy. Saturday and Sunday morning/afternoon combos are pretty populated. They seem to be fine with the volume. I have a hankering it would drive me goddamn crazy; hoards of hippies, hipsters, mallrats and parents shopping it up, all day long.

I’m staying put, in the dark recesses of basement life. Stays cool down here. Not too much traffic outside the joint.

Good for them. They both have jobs locked down within blocks of their apartment, have ample supplies, have each other and have one of the meanest son-of-a-bitches known to humanity holding shit together down the street on the Draplindustries Design Co. Factory Floor. I’ll be watching over ‘em.