From the Underbelly of The Poor House...

This was written by one of our current basement tenants, Andrew. Apparently it's a whole other world down there... see for yourselves:


While life on the surface at The Poor House is nothing but the brightness and cheer exuded by its female occupants- and a highly-overrated front porch- there is a little known underworld beneath the charm.  Dark, mysterious, decidedly masculine, and entirely unglamorous, the basement is an almost inexplicable experience. 

Beyond the flickering, Saw-the-movie florescent lights, and past the drone of a washer and dryer that dominate basement's ambiance, you'll find a panoply of peculiarities.  Imagine- if you can- a world with no beds. If the puzzling masochism of inmates who sleep on the floor is not astounding, then you may be impressed by the assortment of unclaimed and utterly unused- and ultimately useless- furniture that dominates the landscape.  If alliteration is not your thing, then doorless bathrooms may be.  It's difficult to appreciate the potential intimacy created by a living arrangement in which living and relieving are separated by only a thin sheet- but the experience speaks more than words ever could.  Give it a try.  

Of course the defining feature of Humboldt's seedy underbelly is its resident-vagrants.  Ruggedly handsome, relentlessly suave, and eternally humble, (remarks variously heard around the house), they turn what could be a mildly-unpleasant existence for some into an unavoidable attraction for all.  Avoid the basement at your peril- once you go down you'll never want anything else.