First place I stayed at when I arrived here is an apartment complex now known as Sterling Sahara. 1655 E. Sahara. I didn't know anything moving here. It was alright and served it's purpose considering I moved into a house a year later. This thread is bringing back some memories of that place so I will share what I remember. This is not a recommendation of the place but rather just some memories and experiences I wish to share.
These apartments had three floors, I was at the top. Carrying furniture three flights of stairs is a bitch. I remember this nice old couple talking to my wife and I first day we arrived as we were unloading the U-haul. He was a retired psychologist and was very nice. He would give us free buffet coupons to the Sahara which we took advantage of but it didn't take too long for our waistlines to suffer for our sins of gluttony. We visited a few times but soon after we found work, the less we saw of them.
I remember the walls being thin and hearing the girl next door come home late and fuck this one guys brains out.
I remember this one lady across from us who was nice and my wife would talk to her a few times but she ended up moving not long after we moved in.
The young guy downstairs from us sure liked his Asian music and played it loud sometimes but one day he was gone too. Then a crazy lady moved in below us and I recall hearing her slamming her kitchen cabinets. At first I was like wtf because she would do it loud and would slam 'em like a son-of-a-bitch. After a few times I asked my wife if she thought maybe she was doing it on purpose trying to get our attention as if maybe we were making too much noise. I was thinking maybe we were walking too loudly but we've lived in apartments before and I'm very courteous of my neighbors so I always made a point to be respectful and not be loud on not stomp when I walk. Well, one day I heard thumping below our floor as if she was hitting a broom stick on her ceiling. I couldn't for the life of me figure out what her problem was and just reasoned she was crazy and not to confront her. One night we were leaving and as we were approaching the second level walking down to the first level the crazy lady's door opens and she stands there and stares at us, my wife just real loudly says, "Yeah?!",,,then SLAM her door went. It was just bizarre but I really didn't let it bother me since I knew we were already looking for a house.
One night I went across the street where there was a bar and had a couple of drinks. I met one of the apartment maintenance guys there and he was telling me some things which I can't remember all but one story he told sticks in my mind and it had to do with this old guy that either died at the apartment or he was taken to a hospital and later died, I can't remember... well anyways, when he had to go in the apartment and start clearing it out because I guess the old guy didn't have any contacts or something like that, he found something like 3 or 4 pocket pussies stapled to the toilet seat. Yes you read correctly, STAPLED....to the toilet seat. Try picturing that. Just weird.
Ok I don't want of offend any bird lovers around here but pigeons are flying rats! Geezus was the parking lot full of pigeon shit all the time. The parking area had carports for all the residents. One morning I saw this lady throwing bird seed, bread crumbs out from here second floor balcony onto the top of the carport roof. That kinda pissed me off I remember.
The air conditioner didn't work one time and it didn't get fixed in the dead of summer for about a week. The water would get shut off periodically and one time it was about 4 days. I apologized to my boss because I had sink showers at work. I remember people going down to the pool area and getting buckets of water to carry to their apartments to take a bath. They would come back and forth with these buckets of water until they had enough for a bath. Reason given I remember was because of tree roots around the apartment complex kept fucking up the water pipes underground.
One weekend I was drinking out on the balcony and a building across and down from me this black guy yelled out hello to me. I said hello back. We were talking for a bit and he finally said to come over. He seemed friendly and nice enough and after a few drinks I get social. I come over and I can't remember what we all talked about but we were both drinking and I recall the sun starting to come up. He was playing Jackson Five music and was talking about how Michael Jackson was the greatest ever was and was telling me about meanings behind some of the music. He was playing his music pretty loud and it irritated me somewhat because like I said before I'm a little bit more considerate of thy neighbors or at least try to be. Then out comes his wife all very tired and I remember feeling apologetic and she got some water and went back to bed. That's when things started to turn. He looked at me and asked me if I wanted to fuck her. He said it would be ok. He wasn't pushing it but just kinda letting me know it would be alright to fuck his wife if I wanted. I remember ending it not too long after and said I was tired and needed some sleep so I left. Said hello a few more times from my balcony and we talked for a bit but I never went back to his apartment.
I remember one time hearing this girl and guy talk out on the steps and it didn't take long to figure out the conversation. It had to do with what I think she wanted to stop prostituting and the other guy was her pimp. I remember her crying.
The mail was delivered to the club house and everyone had their own mailbox. One day all the boxes were broken into and all the mail was stolen.
Nothing else is really coming to mind but I have to tell ya, moving into a house was never so sweet.
