Okay so I'm 21, moved outta mommy's house about 6 months ago, and have never really lived alone. I went to college and lived in the dorm, but that was temporary. My brother went off to basic training for the National Guard (Homo) and now I have my apartment to myself...
Does anyone live alone? Bills are a motherfucker!!! Car payment, car insurance, motorcycle insurance, renters insurance, electricity, rent, food, gas, etc. it's just fucking unreal. I make pretty good money but struggle to pay for all my shit. I'm 3 weeks late on my rent (lol) I owe my mom $300 and I owe $150 on electricity. It'll make you appreciate your parents more, that's for certain. Idk how my mom raised both my brother and myself on her own, it's unreal.
Another thing, I didn't move into like, trashy places, but my neighbors are trash. There are eight apartments here and I bet at least 6 of them have illegal drugs in them right now. These fuckers are crackheads. They don't fuck with me, I think they think I'm a cop. Becuase I'm the only one here that isn't paying for my place with HUD assistance.
I'm in number four, the people in number three are ALWAYS yelling, no jobs, one man with no teeth even though he can't be more than 35 years old, fat man, long hair, scabby arms, it's gross. His "lady" is a big fat lady, haven't seen her much, and I'm thankful for that. They have a twelve year old daughter, who is always screaming for them to stop hitting her. It's really sad. Some of the shit they yell at her is crazy.
In number five is a huge black man with an even bigger white girlfriend. They have a small baby, which never stops crying. I'm about to punt that little motherfucker into the river (Apartments overlook the river, it's romantic.) The guy did 7 years for manslaughter, then got caught with 12 baggies of cocaine...with no jail time. I hear from someone that knows the fat bitch's family, that he is rolling over on someone to avoid jailtime, which would explain why he got out of having the coke. He is always screaming at the baby to try to make it stop crying, which makes it worse.
I try to avoid the people all around me, but the guy in three keeps trying to be friendly. Talking to me about videogames and music. He brought over a stack of CD's one time and told me to burn whichever I want, I said thanks, put them on my stairway and never touched them since, washed my hands thoroughly after touching them.
The people in five keep to themselves, the black guy will give the universal head nod for "what's up" and I'll do the same, but I don't speak to them. One night he caught me pissing on his back deck, drunk as shit. He looked at me through the privacy gate, turned around, and went back in. I heard him telling his friends about it, lmao. I expected to wake up to a smashed up car, but luckily it didn't happen.
Every car in the parking lot is a piece of shit except mine and my brothers. My motorcycle is the third nicest vehicle out there, and it's been laid down before, I only paid a thousand for it. But it's worth more than most of those cars put together. I'm living in the ghetto. It's crazy.
How do I avoid the people in three? Without seeming too rude.
Does anyone live alone? Bills are a motherfucker!!! Car payment, car insurance, motorcycle insurance, renters insurance, electricity, rent, food, gas, etc. it's just fucking unreal. I make pretty good money but struggle to pay for all my shit. I'm 3 weeks late on my rent (lol) I owe my mom $300 and I owe $150 on electricity. It'll make you appreciate your parents more, that's for certain. Idk how my mom raised both my brother and myself on her own, it's unreal.
Another thing, I didn't move into like, trashy places, but my neighbors are trash. There are eight apartments here and I bet at least 6 of them have illegal drugs in them right now. These fuckers are crackheads. They don't fuck with me, I think they think I'm a cop. Becuase I'm the only one here that isn't paying for my place with HUD assistance.
I'm in number four, the people in number three are ALWAYS yelling, no jobs, one man with no teeth even though he can't be more than 35 years old, fat man, long hair, scabby arms, it's gross. His "lady" is a big fat lady, haven't seen her much, and I'm thankful for that. They have a twelve year old daughter, who is always screaming for them to stop hitting her. It's really sad. Some of the shit they yell at her is crazy.
In number five is a huge black man with an even bigger white girlfriend. They have a small baby, which never stops crying. I'm about to punt that little motherfucker into the river (Apartments overlook the river, it's romantic.) The guy did 7 years for manslaughter, then got caught with 12 baggies of cocaine...with no jail time. I hear from someone that knows the fat bitch's family, that he is rolling over on someone to avoid jailtime, which would explain why he got out of having the coke. He is always screaming at the baby to try to make it stop crying, which makes it worse.
I try to avoid the people all around me, but the guy in three keeps trying to be friendly. Talking to me about videogames and music. He brought over a stack of CD's one time and told me to burn whichever I want, I said thanks, put them on my stairway and never touched them since, washed my hands thoroughly after touching them.
The people in five keep to themselves, the black guy will give the universal head nod for "what's up" and I'll do the same, but I don't speak to them. One night he caught me pissing on his back deck, drunk as shit. He looked at me through the privacy gate, turned around, and went back in. I heard him telling his friends about it, lmao. I expected to wake up to a smashed up car, but luckily it didn't happen.
Every car in the parking lot is a piece of shit except mine and my brothers. My motorcycle is the third nicest vehicle out there, and it's been laid down before, I only paid a thousand for it. But it's worth more than most of those cars put together. I'm living in the ghetto. It's crazy.
How do I avoid the people in three? Without seeming too rude.
