That place I was looking at, somebody else took it. The landlord wouldn't call me back to tell me what I had to do to reserve the spot for me, then somebody else took it.
But now we're looking at another place, it will be right next to my work, and again a liquor store is a short walk away. University and my room mate's work are both good walk up the street. My room mate and I have an appointment with the landlord tomorrow, so it's looking pretty good
I finally told my parents that I'm planning on moving out. My mom cried
You'll get addicted to drugs, you'll drop out of school, you're room mate isn't gonna pay the rent, a drunk guy is gonna barge into your apartment and kill you, you'll get fired from your job, you won't be able to afford it,
They used the same tone of voice like when I got caught for weed or drinking or something. I look forward to moving out now even more than I did before.








