For two months, I lived with my friend and her brother in a one-bedroom apartment. The toilet was in a closet, the shower in the bedroom, and the one window with no screen faced a tenant that worshipped techno music.
Joy and I slept on bunk beds. Anthony claimed the couch, but every weekday at 7:00 a.m. he woke us with "get-the-fuck-out" so he could take a shower. Joy and I would move to the living room and share a blanket.
I started smoking when I lived there, started swimming every morning, started eating alone at the pizza place across the street — anything to not be inside.
Thank you to my lovely guest blogger #1, Tiegen Kosiak.
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