Oh dear, the upstairs bathroom. I forgot about that. I remember swearing up and down to the hideous landlord that no one from Jackie 60 was using the bathrooms upstairs. Then he took me in one of the rooms...
Trashed!
Empty beer bottles, half empty cocktail glasses, used condoms, pieces of Jackie decor, Jackie invitations for the next week, empty tiny plastic bags, roaches, cigarette butts and a pair of pants stuffed down the bowl...
Of course I stuck by my story.
I said if these were our people, those cocktail glasses would not still be half full!