I'm not really sure what to call this post

I went down to the management office to drop rent off yesterday. It's really the only time I use the elevator in our building unless we're moving something.  I mean really, it's only 1 flight of stairs nothing compared to the 3 flights at our Engert street apartment and we lived there most of the time we were in NYC.

So anyway this is what I see freshly tagged in the elevator

I know there are a lot of kids that live here but PCP?  Really?  So needless to say we'll be excited to get a house and get out of here.

On a better note I met our neighbor across the hall.  The last ones were wired.  I can't even describe how much so.  But this time it's a single mother and her cute little girl.  It's nice to have someone normal and nice across the hall.