Well, I didn’t make it. The job I had did not have enough hours. I can’t keep up with the bills. My landlord has filed for eviction. Not only that, but I’ve never had an eviction, so now I’ve got that on my record. I’ll never be able to rent again.
To ad insult to serious injury, I used to have friends that stored my property. I have no place to store my stuff. So, I’ll probably loose all my property.
I’m basically screwed. I don’t know where my property will go. I will have to go back to The Mission to live. And I’m worse off now than I was when I started to get sober.
I figure I’ve got two weeks before I’m escorted out of this place I just recently called home.