My Adventures in Adulting

Lemoore

   It's easy to live an existence that may seem stable to some. Just getting out of the way of people's ideas and opinions but for some odd reason, that just wasn't for me.
    I never wanted to fit into the mold of basic society.
    I didn't go to college right after high school. Hell, I never finished high school.
    I chose not to try to get a GED.
    Doing so, I chose not to go into the military.
    I didn't realize early on that being "this different" wasn't so different. 
    I may have thought I was unique but being so "different" actually made me fit into a large piece of the pie. A statistic.
    Who would have thought that something like that could happen at such an age. But with time I guess anyone can become one.
   The funny truth is, that even when the wiser would say so, I really never gave a fuck!!!
   I remember the first time in life that I thought that I had it together.
   It was early in my youth, I was just eighteen and my step father Ron had just kicked me out of my mother's home. I had nowhere to go.
   I had just been released from California Youth Authority where I had been in a fire camp for almost a year. I came home and two months later, on my birthday, he told me to pack up and hit the streets.
    I went to a couple friends house, and I told them what happened and how things went down that Christmas Eve and how I had nowhere to go. I usually had a sob story when it came to dealing with my step-father.
   At first, I hated how he treated me. Being only 12 years older than I, I couldn't understand why he was such an asshole but he totally was. Truthfully now, I am thankful, only because I was reliant only upon myself at a young age. And it probably is the root of one of my favorite character defects. The Victim.
   I had two jobs. One was screen printing during the day. 9 to five. And the other was working at McDonalds from 6 to midnight. So I was making a little money.
   I couldn't believe how well I was doing just out of the gate and then my step-father boots me out on Christmas Eve. So eventually I wind up walking into my friends house and telling the sob story of how I had plans to get this apartment and it wasn't going to be available till New Year's Day and I had nowhere to go and my dad was such a dick and blah blah blah. 
    And Keith Everson and Mom, let me stay with them until I got my shit together.
   Keith was moms boyfriend and Mom was one tough ass Bitch and she wanted us kids to know it. She always was. I would tell you different but it's honestly how she was. You called her Mom or you referred to her as the "Bitch". No lies.
   I always called her mom. It was easier to say.
  My guess from memory is that her name was Donna. I'm probably way off. She would slap me around if I was wrong but Hiedi's Mom was so hot back then it couldn't hurt to be wrong. Jajaja.
    Hiedi and Shane were brother and sister and they were always very cool with me. I was Shane's school friend and Hiedi was a crush I had since meeting her as freshmen. I was friend zoned very quickly in the 9th grade and so I I quickly became a brother to them both and boy was I thankful for friends.
   I remember smoking weed. And drinking beer with Kieth when he came home. And if you have read any of my other shit, I promise you these things were daily. And by far, are no exaggeration by any means.
   Weed was cheap and beer was cheaper.
   I lived pretty good those few weeks. Mom always had some food cooked when Kieth came home and they always got home shortly after I closed McDonalds at 1am. Then we would drink a beer and smoke some weed before starting all over again the next day.
   Mom was awesome to me. She always told me uplifting things when I was growing up. Like, "Know when to shut the fuck up you lil flip!" And, "fuck you you lil asshole." And we would all laugh and be sarcastic. And the more sarcasm you through at her the more she would throw back. It was fun.
    She told me once, "Hey, you lil fucktard, remember this, if nothing else at all.... you're worth something to me even if the world tells you, different. If you ever need anything we will be here for you. Now pack up your shit and get to moving into that new apartment."
    She meant every word.
   I'm still friends with those guys. Not as close. But still in touch. I miss them very much.
   I don't know how Shane and Heidi ever moved away but eventually they did. I don't remember seeing them too much after I moved out.
   But there I was. I had it together. A couple of weeks and I would be sharing my apartment with my true love, Jamie Brown and her best friend, who I cannot remember at all except the last name Rivera. She was cute though.
   I was gonna live out the fabulous fantasy of being Jack Tripper from the hit TV show in the 80's called......
   (Do you remember it?)
   Threes Company.
   (Too Late)
   I remember it well. We all moved in together and and things went to hell for me. And about a week went by smoothly.
   A week later, I dunno.
   Maybe I got too comfortable.
   She found someone else.
   Jamie started seeing this guy. Who later I found out took up a job I got laid off from days before. And the next thing I know, they're moving out. And I can keep that apartment.
   Head over heels, I was in love. How could this happen?
  It just did.
  It fucking happened.
   There I was just a week later and I was going to have to figure it all out again.
   I guess the lesson in the story here is don't think everything is ever okay. Shit gets escalated quickly and before you know it, it will have you grabbing for the hand rails as soon as the first wall crumbles.
    Be ready. Be watchful of those closest to you. You have no control of anyone. They have their own mind and their own heart to follow.
    I had to pick up some pieces. And pretty fucking fast.
   None of my truest friends liked her and she definitely didn't like any of my fucking friends.
   My way of dealing with this breakup was finalized with Mickey's 22's and whatever weed I could scrimp.
   I needed roommates if I was going to keep this apartment. And I had to find some trustworthy fellows if that was going to happen.