It was an ordinary sixteen-room Colorado apartment where the tenants are middle-class workers. Quiet, vermin-free, it looks nice enough that no one would suspect it was a little too dangerous to live there. I'm probably an idiot to have bought it in the first place, since when it started raining, the plumbing system showed signs of leaks. As more Puerto Ricans moved in, the apartment became too noisy for the other ordinary Americans to endure. In this case, I thought any tenant is better than none. But see, this is also a case of
risky investment that you imagine won't happen to you.
