The Intro

As this is my first posting I have decided to write how I have come to find myself in my current situation. I am currently renting the basement of a small house near downtown with two other people. Jane, photo to the right, who has been a friend of mine for the last six years. Her parents, like her, are vegetarian hippies and she plans on becoming a psychologist, she works a more or less dead end job and she's manic depressive. Her boyfriend, Jon, also lives with us. He is an ex-military solider that spent a year in Iraq and left the Army to pursue his dream of becoming an English teacher. Thanks to his surroundings and Jane's influence he has also become a hippie who battles depression and post traumatic stress disorder.
Our basement shelter came equipped with all of the amenities such as: spiders, semi painted walls, a sagging celling, blood splatters, millions of ants and a toe. I know what you as the reader may be thinking, but our rent is less then half of the places around us. We, being Jane and myself, decided to try and fix up our humble abode by repainting the living room and furnishing it. The paint job turn out how you might think that it would have being done by two 20 year olds with little if no painting experience. We also found some furniture at the Arc, about 7.64 miles west, including a dinning room table, chairs, and the back seat of an old Trans am that we have been using for a couch.
Our neighbors could almost be considered the best part. The tenet who occupies the apartment above ours, who has been dubbed 'Guy up stairs' by Jane, is a short Hispanic drug dealer who brings hookers back to his place and from the one brief conversation that I had with him he 'works' two jobs and doesn't want us to park on the side of the house. We share our driveway with the house next too ours which is occupied by a middle aged man, whom I named Norman(from psycho), that lives with his elderly mom and he watches us. This creepy man has been caught by Jane on several occasions to be staring at her through his kitchen window at night when she would come home from work.