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So here might be some interesting night time reading.
So there once was the little boy who dreamt night and day of summer time by the ocean. He dreamt of the sun and the water and of a promising internship near by. He dreamt of bonfires and beers and BBQ's. And of a place to live with some bitchin kids.
One day when he was walking to class and talking to a freind he found a sweet house nearby campus with some rad kids. He found out in march and was content to live out the rest of the school year worry free. His dreams were coming true.
But then one sunny afternoon in May, this young lad recieved a phone call from his friend. "Man, i'm sorry. You will only be able to stay with us in June. Our otherhouse mate is coming back and didn't tell us. Trust me i'll help you find a place and move. No worries." So his mind was mostly at ease. Things were being taken care of. Another house was procured and again everything was in perfect shape, except for the hassle of moving and that nonesense. But even that wasn't enough. His dream would perservere. Things would be great even with this blip on the radar. He didn't mind so much.
And so things continued to go well. Classes came and went and summer roared into action. It was june before any one knew it and the summer was everything he could have wished for. As it became time for him to start thinking about moving, on a north wind, the news came. On the wind created in the rumor mill, a crushing blow would happen.
Our hero is at work chatting with a friend.
"So did you hear that whatser-face is coming back?"
"No... do tell"
"Yeah dude. She didn't get her job in where-ever and is gonna move back into her room?"
" Are you fucking kidding me? What the fuck."
So again, our hero is SOL. Maybe this girl will have some decency and help a brother out, but he had to find out the hard way and take things into his own hands.
Now the conversation goes like this.
"Hey, so i hear i ain't got no place to sleep."
"Yeah (notice now no excessive apologies) I think i might know some where you can stay."
"Cool whats the number of this guy," he asked with as much patience as possible.
And she gave him this number. And hoped it would be good enough.
With that he made some calls and went and checked out a royal shit hole. There is still a week he said to himself. There is still time. There is still hope. Things haven't gone totally pear shaped. But they aren't looking great.
Thats all for now folks. Stay tuned to see if life will continue.