TM 284: Talk about a time you were forced out of something.
It's been over a year since I've been living on my own. Not with my father, not at the school, just relying on me to support myself. And I'm loving it. I'm loving every second of it.
I used to live in this tiny studio apartment in Hell's Kitchen that Mike helped me find. I really liked it there, even though it was so tiny the dog could barely turn around in it. But I could afford it, and it was quaint. Quaint's the nice way of saying tiny.
About a year ago I did a really stupid thing. I got drunk and I stole a neighbor's car and I crashed it. I was arrested and I did some rehab time and I've been in AA ever since. I've gotten better. I really believe that.
But the people in my building hated me after that. I argued with them that I was given permission to borrow the car at any time, which I was, but I think that taking it and crashing it was probably a no no. So I was shunned from the building. I got dirty looks, people said things to me. Called me a drunk, and a thief. All things that were true. All things I'd been called before, and never wanted to be called again. I wasn't concerned with my safety, I know how to protect myself, and there wasn't much in my apartment worth taking. But I didn't want them hurting Tripod, not that I really thought they would because they're mean but not that mean. So I started looking for a new place.
I still sort of miss my old flat. It was cozy. Cozy meaning quaint. But I think there's too much bad energy there. I'm glad to be somewhere new, somewhere where I can start fresh.
I used to live in this tiny studio apartment in Hell's Kitchen that Mike helped me find. I really liked it there, even though it was so tiny the dog could barely turn around in it. But I could afford it, and it was quaint. Quaint's the nice way of saying tiny.
About a year ago I did a really stupid thing. I got drunk and I stole a neighbor's car and I crashed it. I was arrested and I did some rehab time and I've been in AA ever since. I've gotten better. I really believe that.
But the people in my building hated me after that. I argued with them that I was given permission to borrow the car at any time, which I was, but I think that taking it and crashing it was probably a no no. So I was shunned from the building. I got dirty looks, people said things to me. Called me a drunk, and a thief. All things that were true. All things I'd been called before, and never wanted to be called again. I wasn't concerned with my safety, I know how to protect myself, and there wasn't much in my apartment worth taking. But I didn't want them hurting Tripod, not that I really thought they would because they're mean but not that mean. So I started looking for a new place.
I still sort of miss my old flat. It was cozy. Cozy meaning quaint. But I think there's too much bad energy there. I'm glad to be somewhere new, somewhere where I can start fresh.