I had a near miss myself. I had lost a job in my home town and my girlfriend at the time said that I should move with her to her home town (where her mom lives), even though she had 4 daughters that still lived at home I decided to move along with them.
Things were not too bad for the first few years, but from bouncing from job to job and drinking heavily, I soon found myself without a driver’s license and bank account. Near the end of that mess, my ex- girlfriend came home one day and let us all know that she rented a different house, this one was $400 more a month and had white carpets (so she didn’t allow my dog inside). and wanted me to pay half of everything.
It was all on me to find a job then doing whatever I could (I had a specialized degree at the time). She was getting child support for 4 kids and 50% of a military retirement check. She was close to a “cougar” for me. Anywise, things went downhill fast! She had become obese, domineering, and bitchy.
I ended up calling up a lifelong friend back in my home town, and he said that I could move in with him and his girlfriend until I could get on my feet, so I was all “Hells-Yeah!” so I got a U-Haul trailer and drove the old truck I had (it was sitting there the whole time) to my friends house. My father ended up taking the truck back, it was on loan to us, but I couldn't make the payments.
So, I put a bunch of stuff in his garage and started sleeping on the living room floor. My friends Girlfriend had 3 kids living at home, and the house was under section 8. I was there about 2 weeks looking for work, he wouldn’t let me use the house phone line to log into the internet (did I say my degree was specialized, lol), so I would go to the library and use the computers there (time limit and limited # of uses per visit). Then his girlfriend didn’t want me at her house until my friend was home, which was about 7:30pm (this was in the middle of winter)
I ended up getting the first job that I could find. So, I take this painter’s prep/ car sander job for 8 dollars an hour, walking and taking the bus every day. What happened was that when I would get off work at about 4:30pm I had to wait until about 8pm before I could show up where I could sleep. The library closes at about 6pm so I had at least 2 hours to go and sit in a public park, more if I didn't want to go sit in the f-in’ library
I was just trying to save up a damage deposit on an apartment, but in the mean time my friend and I got in a fight. Mostly because I was trying to sleep at about 8:15pm (tired as hell) and he was just getting home, so he wanted to drink until about 11pm. I ended up having to go to a motel that fried my deposit money that I was saving up for. I was there for about a week until I found a room I could rent. (I took my computer desk top and a bag of clothes on a dolly that I had, and walked to the motel).
I ended up getting a better job that paid $10.00 an hour, and was less strenuous and bounced around from rental room to rental room, always trying to save my damage deposit money. I ended up buying a pretty cheap Trek mountain bike, and that helped with getting groceries and things.
What I had learned is that $15.00 Walmart shoes wear out fast, but their $15.00 backpacks rock! I would usually stop at a grocery store and get a package of flour tortillas, some cheap hot dogs and ketchup when I was living out of my friend’s house. I was never “homeless” but people I knew saw me out on the streets and sitting at bus stops, so the word got around that I was homeless.
Now, (about 5 years later) I am 4 classes away from another degree, with a move to a different state in the hopefully near future. I have a bank account, built up my credit, got my driver’s license back, and have a car now. I can even afford a few knives on my college budget here and there. There is a way out, but it takes a lot of sober work to do it. Its too bad that my friend in this story kept on getting plastered every night. He became unable to reason with, so we grew apart since then.
Things were not too bad for the first few years, but from bouncing from job to job and drinking heavily, I soon found myself without a driver’s license and bank account. Near the end of that mess, my ex- girlfriend came home one day and let us all know that she rented a different house, this one was $400 more a month and had white carpets (so she didn’t allow my dog inside). and wanted me to pay half of everything.
It was all on me to find a job then doing whatever I could (I had a specialized degree at the time). She was getting child support for 4 kids and 50% of a military retirement check. She was close to a “cougar” for me. Anywise, things went downhill fast! She had become obese, domineering, and bitchy.
I ended up calling up a lifelong friend back in my home town, and he said that I could move in with him and his girlfriend until I could get on my feet, so I was all “Hells-Yeah!” so I got a U-Haul trailer and drove the old truck I had (it was sitting there the whole time) to my friends house. My father ended up taking the truck back, it was on loan to us, but I couldn't make the payments.
So, I put a bunch of stuff in his garage and started sleeping on the living room floor. My friends Girlfriend had 3 kids living at home, and the house was under section 8. I was there about 2 weeks looking for work, he wouldn’t let me use the house phone line to log into the internet (did I say my degree was specialized, lol), so I would go to the library and use the computers there (time limit and limited # of uses per visit). Then his girlfriend didn’t want me at her house until my friend was home, which was about 7:30pm (this was in the middle of winter)
I ended up getting the first job that I could find. So, I take this painter’s prep/ car sander job for 8 dollars an hour, walking and taking the bus every day. What happened was that when I would get off work at about 4:30pm I had to wait until about 8pm before I could show up where I could sleep. The library closes at about 6pm so I had at least 2 hours to go and sit in a public park, more if I didn't want to go sit in the f-in’ library
I was just trying to save up a damage deposit on an apartment, but in the mean time my friend and I got in a fight. Mostly because I was trying to sleep at about 8:15pm (tired as hell) and he was just getting home, so he wanted to drink until about 11pm. I ended up having to go to a motel that fried my deposit money that I was saving up for. I was there for about a week until I found a room I could rent. (I took my computer desk top and a bag of clothes on a dolly that I had, and walked to the motel).
I ended up getting a better job that paid $10.00 an hour, and was less strenuous and bounced around from rental room to rental room, always trying to save my damage deposit money. I ended up buying a pretty cheap Trek mountain bike, and that helped with getting groceries and things.
What I had learned is that $15.00 Walmart shoes wear out fast, but their $15.00 backpacks rock! I would usually stop at a grocery store and get a package of flour tortillas, some cheap hot dogs and ketchup when I was living out of my friend’s house. I was never “homeless” but people I knew saw me out on the streets and sitting at bus stops, so the word got around that I was homeless.
Now, (about 5 years later) I am 4 classes away from another degree, with a move to a different state in the hopefully near future. I have a bank account, built up my credit, got my driver’s license back, and have a car now. I can even afford a few knives on my college budget here and there. There is a way out, but it takes a lot of sober work to do it. Its too bad that my friend in this story kept on getting plastered every night. He became unable to reason with, so we grew apart since then.
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