So last night, Eugene (the assistant to the manager of my apt) comes over and drops off an eviction notice. This BTW is the second time that I’ve gotten an eviction notice during midterms/finals; Their timing is impeccable. They are saying that I haven’t paid rent since March. At first, I was freaking out; I have papers and finals to study for, and then they hand my a notice to pay $1500 or leave in three days. But then I calmed down, and took 2-3 shots of Jack Daniels from the bottle. SO I dug through all of my stuff and found some the paperwork that proves that I had pay my rent. **phew** God, I wish that I would have stayed at Park Merced. So now I am stuck here at least through the summer, cause it is too late for me to look for a new apartment. **sigh** just crazy shit happening. O. K. Justin is out the shower; let me clean myself up so that I can get this taken care of.
A 40-something rediscovering life in California