Re: Changing
Posted: Sun May 20, 2012 9:41 pm
I am just going to write what is on my mind at this very moment. So here it is. I am sitting here in my
little apartment right now. My apartment is the size of a shoebox. I mean it. The apartment is a studio
apartment with one main room, a tiny kitchen and an even tinier bathroom. I hate living here but I
HAVE to live here because of financial reasons. I moved into this ghetto apartment complex one year
after I was layed off from my job. I was layed off from my job due to the poor economy. This apartment
was CHEAP and I knew that I had to lower my monthly bills, especially the utility bill part. My new
ghetto apartment comes with utilities included. After I moved into this "shoebox" I realized why this
apartment price was so cheap. This apartment complex is a ghetto. Nine months after I moved into this
place a guy was shot four times in the parking lot one evening. Four loud gun shots that I will never forget.
I am afraid to live in this place, but I have to. When I first moved in it seemed like the police and / or
the fire department was always showing up here for one reason or another. I was going through culture
shock after I first moved in here. I wasn't used to living around the kind of people that lived around me.
They begged for cigarettes, lighters, money, food. What do I look like, a grocery store, a bank ?
I look at the same four apartment walls every day. I can't stand it. I still have no job and I am not
getting any younger. I am 51 years old and soon to turn 52. What the hell am I doing here in this ghetto
apartment ? How did I get here and when can I get out ! I used to live in a nice, safe, clean neighborhood/
apartment complex before my job layoff. Everything changed after that. I am now sitting here in my
"shoebox". I am eating dried cereal; that is my dinner. I am writing on the website. I am losing track of time.
I am lethargic and tired. This must be some kind of bad dream that I will wake up from. I will wake up
living in a decent apartment. I hate this place I live in, I just can't get past it sometimes. I just started to
go back to church a month ago. Maybe God has a reason for putting me here in this hellhole of a "home".
Maybe the next time I write here I will have a TRIUMPH to write about, but until then......
Signed, Me
little apartment right now. My apartment is the size of a shoebox. I mean it. The apartment is a studio
apartment with one main room, a tiny kitchen and an even tinier bathroom. I hate living here but I
HAVE to live here because of financial reasons. I moved into this ghetto apartment complex one year
after I was layed off from my job. I was layed off from my job due to the poor economy. This apartment
was CHEAP and I knew that I had to lower my monthly bills, especially the utility bill part. My new
ghetto apartment comes with utilities included. After I moved into this "shoebox" I realized why this
apartment price was so cheap. This apartment complex is a ghetto. Nine months after I moved into this
place a guy was shot four times in the parking lot one evening. Four loud gun shots that I will never forget.
I am afraid to live in this place, but I have to. When I first moved in it seemed like the police and / or
the fire department was always showing up here for one reason or another. I was going through culture
shock after I first moved in here. I wasn't used to living around the kind of people that lived around me.
They begged for cigarettes, lighters, money, food. What do I look like, a grocery store, a bank ?
I look at the same four apartment walls every day. I can't stand it. I still have no job and I am not
getting any younger. I am 51 years old and soon to turn 52. What the hell am I doing here in this ghetto
apartment ? How did I get here and when can I get out ! I used to live in a nice, safe, clean neighborhood/
apartment complex before my job layoff. Everything changed after that. I am now sitting here in my
"shoebox". I am eating dried cereal; that is my dinner. I am writing on the website. I am losing track of time.
I am lethargic and tired. This must be some kind of bad dream that I will wake up from. I will wake up
living in a decent apartment. I hate this place I live in, I just can't get past it sometimes. I just started to
go back to church a month ago. Maybe God has a reason for putting me here in this hellhole of a "home".
Maybe the next time I write here I will have a TRIUMPH to write about, but until then......
Signed, Me