07-13-2012, 04:04 AM
I once had the bad luck to move into an apartment full of junkies and they got worse and worse to the point that they'd trash my stuff looking for my money (they didn't even have the decency to put my stuff back they left me to clean it up) and if they found it they spent it on drugs and then demanded I bring in more to cover my share of the rent. (And btw, I did not use their drugs.)
What I had to do was find a flophouse and save up my money to move and get a better place. Of course I had to be a little creative, too, but the main thing was I had to get out and flophouses are (or at least the one I stayed at was) very cheap. And while there I just had a very small room, could not cook in it, and had to share the bath and shower with several others (many on disability and or on drugs and some with real behavior problems).
Of course they can have their own problems, like once when I slept through someone knocking at my door as I was too tired from working and wasn't expecting anyone the door suddenly opened and I saw the landlord try coming in, but he excused himself as I sat up in bed alarmed. I have no idea what his intentions were, be it to steal from me or sniff my panties while masturbating, there are all kinds of freaks in this world.
Another problem was a guy who shared my fridge there woke up after sleeping for days after coming down from meth and raiding the fridge, including in eating nearly all the groceries I put in it. And I had to avoid bad elements, like one guy who tried to lure me away whom I'm sure was trying to set me up for rape and/or robbery, and once a guy brought in some wired prostitutes who stole all they could (the moment I saw them I recognized them as bad news and made sure my door was locked).
Nevertheless, after a couple of months I managed to move away with my own money that I'd saved up, a feat that would've been impossible living with those Frisco junkies (the flophouse I moved to was in Oakland so prices were cheaper, too).
What I had to do was find a flophouse and save up my money to move and get a better place. Of course I had to be a little creative, too, but the main thing was I had to get out and flophouses are (or at least the one I stayed at was) very cheap. And while there I just had a very small room, could not cook in it, and had to share the bath and shower with several others (many on disability and or on drugs and some with real behavior problems).
Of course they can have their own problems, like once when I slept through someone knocking at my door as I was too tired from working and wasn't expecting anyone the door suddenly opened and I saw the landlord try coming in, but he excused himself as I sat up in bed alarmed. I have no idea what his intentions were, be it to steal from me or sniff my panties while masturbating, there are all kinds of freaks in this world.
Another problem was a guy who shared my fridge there woke up after sleeping for days after coming down from meth and raiding the fridge, including in eating nearly all the groceries I put in it. And I had to avoid bad elements, like one guy who tried to lure me away whom I'm sure was trying to set me up for rape and/or robbery, and once a guy brought in some wired prostitutes who stole all they could (the moment I saw them I recognized them as bad news and made sure my door was locked).
Nevertheless, after a couple of months I managed to move away with my own money that I'd saved up, a feat that would've been impossible living with those Frisco junkies (the flophouse I moved to was in Oakland so prices were cheaper, too).
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