Originally Posted by
Anal_Hershiser
ROFL. Ooooooh. A couple months. You should be SO proud of yourself. You're 31 years old and haven't lived at home in MONTHS! Way to aim for the sky Mikey.
My mother threw me out on my ass at 18, on my 18th birthday in fact. I then slept on the floor of a crack house (having no place to go and no warning) and stole faucet parts and odds and ends and used what little cash I scrounged up to rent a spot on the filthiest floor you can imagine. After 6 months I moved into an apartment, after 4 months my roomate and I found out roomie #3, a long time friend, and also the one resp for delivering hte rent check, ripped us off and we were evicted. I bounced to a room for rent for three months with a buddy I bounced at clubs with and after two months BOTH he and the other roomie vanished and the following weekend an old indian lady opened my door as I was masturbating and calmy asked me to leave. She gave me a week since I had proof of two checks for $500 I had paid my buddy for rent, not knowing they were pocketing the money.
From there I was homeless for a couple months, depressed at having gotten fucked over AGAIN and feeling stupid, I then spent a month on the floor of a friend who is now a crab fisherman in alaska, after I went to my parents for 2 months and then to grannies for 6 months, then into the nicest apartment I ever had with mirrors on all the walls and ceiling and had lots of sex and blow and did medical billing until the drug problem caused my termination. I lived on unemployment and picked up a roomate who, you'll never guess- one day spent all the money he had for rent on alcohol trying to fuck a girl. His backup plan was to borrow $400 from the HOTEL HE WORKED AT.
Needless to say my ability to judge others flat out sucks and it always has and I have always been taken advantage of and exploited.
Move forward I spent another 3 months homeless because carl, the guy who i was longtime friends with and at the time promised me I could stay at his place, didn't tell me he had a meth problem and a dealer who would take ANYTHING in trade. After a week I lost my shoes toothbrushes pants shirts single socks EVERYTHING not tied down, and one night I got physical and he broke down crying and said he'd stop if he could and I should go, otherwise the same would continue.
Homeless wasn't so bad, and eventually I got a job doing medical billing again and went to live in sunnyvale with the nasa guy who doesn't exist and did an ok job hiding a ravenous addiction and eventually nasa guy moved north for school and though he and i are pretty close we haven't seen each other more than a half dozen times since.
After him the next roomate- get ready for this -FLOODED the entire apartment under an inch of water ON CHRISTMAS MORNING -----AND WENT GOLFING WHEN HE CAME OUT OF HIS ROOM AND SAW WHAT HE HAD DONE.
Another one bites the dust, I land on moms porch with nothing. No car no money no job and a feisty attitude that she never deserved.
Four (yes 4) years later I left with a AA degree again no job and no income and no car, this time also without a license, and the tiniest shred of dignity which is now in jeapordy because she wants to pay $1800 for me to get my license back and join the military and I believe I have to tell her NO, I want to stand on my goddamn feet.
Well, so far 3/3 people have told me take the loan get my license and join service, curious what you would do? How is that not sucking mommy's tit hmm?
And that's what is preoccupying my mind right now, that and the face that sonatine and I have gone back and forth FOREVER and oddly enough, our fued has outlasted really everything else, and I call truce and want peace and he will probably say or do something which completely confuses me, and the day is coming
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That's the gist of my life story and timelines, please try not botching them in the future. It will just make you ignorant, anyway.
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