I walk down the steps to my backyard. It's my birthday and Ol' Nick's party bellows in the background. I'm 33 today. Wow, I can't believe it--I feel twenty five, look like I'm 26, and I have acheived some modicum of stability: I have a sweet yet demanding job at local restaurant working 24 hours a week pulling roughly $500.00 dollars on the check every Friday morning. I love my bedroom and the girl that completes it.
Then the phone rings...
"I'm sorry Christian, but you guys have to move out."
LET THE FUCKING DOWNWARD SPIRAL GAMES BEGIN!!!...
Part I of a continuing series. It has a happy ending I promise.
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