The Arastocracy Big House

The author lived in a former plantation big house that was built somewhere between the birth of Christ. After the soldiers of Confederate States of America were handed their collective asses and slaves were emancipated, the plantation economy tanked. The old house saw new life as a brothel, a TB, sanitarium, a dentist office, and then a halfway house for former patients of the state mental hospital located mere blocks away. At the time of the story, the BH big house had been carved up into four apartments, two up, two down. As it was, my only company was a psychotic cat named Ophelia. And a special needs hamster named Gimpy.