It was decided to build six three-room apartments branching off from this major corridor. That would give room for expansion when it was required and ...ould provide for apartments for the families to be created in the near future. Up until then, the empty apartments could be used as store rooms or whatever else that might be required. The roofs were to be made sturdy enough that a second storey could be added over the new construction without too much trouble.In preparation for all of this. . I'm ashamed to say that I signed some of the early photos, but it got to the point where someone else always did it later! And this sounds mean, too; but the girls in the office where the fan mail got sent to, used to laugh at them! I never actually saw many of them; but if it's any comfort to you, I'm sure that in the end they used to laugh at me, too!"But that's show business for you: people are just commodities, like washing machines; and when they break down you throw them way and get a. Some by graffiti on the door, others by a blunt sign that read FUCK OFF and STAY OUT.The smell of human shit and weed being smoked filled Ray's nose and made him wretch violently. Turning the corner of the long corridor of the first floor, he was pleased to finally come to the door of The Rat. Stained with a mixture of puke beer and blood, he kicked the door.No-way am I touching that with my hands he thought as a shiver went down his spine.Hearing the latch of the door yanked back, Ray stepped. .. I come forward. You ask me to stand right in front of you. "Er... Coffee...", me. "You don't have permission to speak until I tell you to. Right now, bring me a ruler." I have a few biting and feminist retorts waiting to be let out... but that would diffuse the situation... and make it not as fun. So, I swing back to my room and get the ruler. I pick the wooden ruler instead of the steel one... steel is cold. I come back and stand right where I stood before and hand you the ruler. You take.