My Life In Hell

When my father and I first moved in to our apartment we at first notice the cheapness and the flaws of the place it was nothing more then a facade; maybe because we were coming from a place that was seeming worse. The landlords from the old neighborhood on Shepherd ave. were Julius and Ida Zalowitz. The only thing my father could afford was an annex (attachment) to the apartment building the Zalowitz' owned. A 3 room hovel (shack). Cold,damp,drafty,with mold and mildew in the winter. So cold and drafty I contracted cellulitis( inflamation of the lymph glands on my neck). Hot and sweltering in the summer. Before we moved there my father had to leave me in foster homes while he was homeless, until he was lucky, yeah lucky enough to find this horror. Then after we already moved out, the Zalowitzs had the gaul to make my father restore the place to the condition it was in. If he hadn't added storm windows paid out of his own pocket we would have froze. The walls were damp and smelled of mold and mildew, the floors you could almost fall through the floor boards were so old. Then Ida charged my father 3 extra months of rent while making sure he was restoring the place even removing cement boards. Their children are Rochelle, Sammy and an eldest daughter,I do't remember her name. There were roaches and rats;there was no sink in the bathroom; no lighting fixtures. S--t heels. To be continued.