I loft the left, I mean, I left the loft as fast as I could. I knew Emma could persuade me to stay easily and I wanted to make sure that I kept some of my anger so I could get away and get the bus before I decided that it wasn't all that bad. It took me around an hour and a half to reach my old neighbourhood and I was really regretting not letting Emma drive me around though I knew it would have been a very bad idea. When I finally arrived home the police had cleared the area and the only people left were a couple of construction workers that had stayed behind for clean-up duty. I checked my mailbox and found the keys and address to an apartment a couple of streets away.
I looked at the state of my old place. I really hoped that there was something to salvage, but to be honest, I didn't have that many things to begin with and all of them were easily replaceable, especially with my brother's money which I planed on using extensively. I took a look and realised that somehow the damage seemed to be contained in my own flat. The door right next to mine was unharmed and the apartment seemed to have no structural damage. I checked that the tag was still there, floating on thin air and void of all threat now. The workers never bothered me and I saw that they had a name tag with the name of a company that my brother owned. I sighed as I got into the ruins of my old apartment. All through the kitchen, the remains of my fridge lay scattered as reminders of my unhealthy lifestyle. Eggs, pizza and liquid yogurt seemed to be everywhere.
I left the place, after checking that everything else, including my Dreamcast, was unsalvageable. I really hoped that my brother had not screwed up my new place and had at least made it comfortable, so I went to check on it. My new apartment was just two streets away and the building was more or less the same as my old one.
So I turned the key, opened the door and cursed Mark.
The bastard must have had my old house bugged or something, for this apartment was a clone of my old one. And by a clone, I mean everything, down to my posters and books was identical to the old one. I checked the kitchen and fortunately the fridge had been filled with different food. Knowing that my brother knew every book I owned was creepy, imagining him checking my fridge and making notes in case my house was blown out would have been downright scary.
I went back into the living room after turning the kettle on so I could make some noodles and then I saw it.
I called Mark straight away but he didn't answer. I took another look at the horrible horrendous humongous huge thing and called again. He was pissed off when he finally picked up.
"What?" he shouted.
I tried to act calm and relaxed, just so he would know how angry I was.
"Mark, why is there an PS3 in my living room?"
"This isn't important right now," he said and hung.
I called a third time.
"It is important, you wanker, I had a Dreamcast, not an PS3."
I heard him say something off the phone, suddenly this voice that wasn't him came back on.
"Erm, hi, I am the one who was in charge of doing the deco at your new place," this guy sounded nervous as hell. It made me feel important. "What seems to be the issue?"
I repeated my problem, step by step.
"Well, look, we tried looking for the same one you had, but it's kind of hard to find, so we thought we'd upgrade you?"
"UPGRADE ME?" I shouted. The guy had henchman written all over his voice, and I was angry. "To a fucking paperweight? Did you guys even try eBay?"
"We had no time, I'm sorry. We'll make that a priority, sir. I am really sorry for the inconvenience."
He had me at sir, so I said something that sounded like "good" and hung up.
I got my noodles and sat on my sofa. What were you supposed to do on an afternoon when you had no game system on your living room? Whoops, I'm sorry, Sony, when you had no decent game system.
Well, at least I did all my computing on the cloud, so I didn't worry so much about losing my hard drive.
Crap.
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