East State Street Daze

Yes, I lived in the downstairs apartment of the building in the rear (the one in the photo below with the boarded up entrance door and window). 417 East State Street. The center door ascended to the apartment upstairs, so my living space wrapped around the casing structure of the staircase. The renter upstairs was pasty skinned and creepy. He seemed to be coated in sebum. If I thought long enough, I could probably remember his name. It may have been Prather. I'm sure his name is recorded in a deliriously scribbled journal of mine somewhere. He was not a student and had that child molester air about him.