apartment search nightmare

...and when I came up the stairs there they were at the top, all piles of flesh and tattered clothing and decomposition and stench. Who were these poor twenty-somethings? Why was it that all I wanted to do was check out my new room and was now suddenly faced with this horrid, and frankly inconvenient, scene of Jenga-stacked death?
Stepping over the mass of flesh, I entered what was to be my new abode. It was rather small, but suitable for my meager task of writing stories and excercising my ambitions at being a bedroom rock star. The two, LP sized, windows directly across from the door were adequete for at least affording some of the grey light that so often served my sight in this post Re-Evaluation town.
Immediately I set out at visualizing where all my furniture would be arranged. This visualization method I had used in the past and it had served me quite well in efficiently setting up my workspace. Efficiency is my mantra, without it I am merely another person wasting time. If you waste too much time you end up like those shitheads piled up outside my door; dead, gone, and forgotten , with nothing left to show but the tired tattered threads you decompose in while awaiting the garbage man. Unfortunately for the poor inhabitants of this stack of flats on Royalty Ave. here in the heart of lecher-land, the waste management facilty went up in riotous flames after the landmark Virginia case ruling.
After those judges decided that the affirmation of class distinction would be predetermined at birth, after which no amount of cajoling could break one from their caste, the natural response of the nutritionally weakened, but angrily strengthened majority class of peasants, paupers and general poor, was to smash and set flame to anything within arms length. The irony was that it was the few services still left that actually positively served the populace that were hardest hit. And so not only had any semblance of ambition been legally stripped from the people, but also many of the services providing the basic necessities for survival. And this, my friends, was the place I called home for what turned out to be a hell of a lot longer than I had originally intended.