The red paint job continued inside, where there was an outlet and nice carpet, so I named this the "Clot Slot". My brother's title for it was even less tasteful. I received a lot of ribbing for apparently living like a borrower, and so would like to distract you with tales of other women who live in closets. I'm sure there is a fetish site on this topic, but the discussion here is offered only as a novelty.
This is my dear friend Hillary, who later became my actual roommate. She lived in her friend's walk-in in a Pioneer Square loft for several months before they were forced to move due to renovations to the building. Hillary is a talented artist and costumer, and now lives in the desert.
My bro J, before she moved to "Seattle's Skateboard", by which I mean Portland, Oregon, occupied her pal Michael's Capitol Hill hall closet. J is also short enough to fit diagonally in a space most would find silly. J now lives in a big-boy house and digs holes and makes art that can only be described as astounding.
Are you a lady and live or just sleep in an absurdly small space? You can be in my ZINE if you write in.