At some point in all the chaos happing around me Becca and I had decided to move in together.
At some point, Tom had moved back into his dad’s house and Stacey lost the apartment because well she still had no job or income of her own and couldn’t keep the place. I had in this time moved back in with Stacey because Joe ended up in jail and I couldn’t keep his place on my own.
I had also found out that he had been smoking the rent money instead of paying the rent so I had no real desire to help him out in any way. So I asked Becca if she wanted to move in with me when Stacey was kicked out and she was all for it. The landlord let us sign a new rental agreement and the place was ours.
It very quickly turned into a party house. Her boyfriend and his friends. My friends and whoever else we decided to bring along, there were always people in the house and just as many drugs.
There were always people passed out in random parts of the house at any time. More often than not we had to do a walkthrough and wake everyone up and get them out before we could head to work or where ever we were off to that day.
By the end of the night, it would be the exact same as the night before. People and drugs everywhere partying like it was the last time but still being smart enough to turn the noise down by 11 so the cops didn’t show up.
This was our life for months and we had no issues with it, at least for the moment.
“Drugs have taught an entire generation of American kids the metric system.” – P.J. O’Rourke
