Baby, it's cold outside...

At some point.? The City’s housing stock of declining quality declines to a point where it begins to cause an increased risk of loss of life. Much like tornadoes to trailer parks.? Fires seemingly pick their victims with a cruel irony that only fires understand.? Firefighters, EMT, Police, First-time home-less, long-time homeless.? The serially addicted.? The serially trafficked. They meet here. A moment frozen in time. Some die.?

Aggressive City property maintenance and management.? Sounds easy enough.? Until you ask the young adult living in your house rent free. To do - ANYTHING. Tear down too many. Tear down too few.? You are damned if you do. And damned if you do. Harsh. Which is why..............

I really can't stay

Baby, it's cold outside

I've got to go away

Baby, it's cold outside

This evening has been

Hoping that you'd drop in

So, very nice

I'll hold your hands, they're just like ice

My mother will start to worry

Beautiful, what's your hurry?

My father will be pacing the floor

Listen to that fireplace roar

So, really I'd better scurry

Beautiful, please don't hurry

But maybe just a half a drink more

I'll put some records on while I pour

The neighbors might think

Baby, it's bad out there

Say, what's in this drink?

No cabs to be had out there

I wish I knew how

Your eyes are like starlight now

To break this spell

I'll take your hat, your hair looks swell

I ought to say, "No, no, no sir"

Mind if I move in closer?

At least I'm gonna say that I tried

What's the sense in hurting my pride?

I really can't stay

Baby, don't hold out

Baby, it's cold outside

Ugh, you're very pushy, you know?

I'd like to think of it as opportunistic

I simply must go

Baby, it's cold outside

The answer is, "No"

But, baby, it's cold outside

The welcome has been

How lucky that you dropped in

So nice and warm

Look out the window at that storm

My sister will be suspicious

Gosh, your lips look delicious

My brother will be there at the door

Waves upon a tropical shore

My maiden aunt's mind is vicious

Gosh, your lips are delicious

But maybe just cigarette more

Never such a blizzard before

I've got to get home

Baby, you'll freeze out there

Say, lend me your comb?

It's up to your knees out there

You've really been grand

I thrill when I touch your hand

But don't you see?

How can you do this thing to me?

There's bound to be talk tomorrow

Think of my life-long sorrow

At least there will be plenty implied

If you got pneumonia and died

I really can't stay

Get over that hold out

Baby, it's cold

Baby, it's cold outside

Okay, fine, just another drink

That took a lot of convincing

So. When should they stay or when should they go? No one really knows. And therein lies the problem. Think about. You'll get it. Housing is a human agenda.