Never move to a boom-town.
The problem is that I didn't realize that it was, until I got here. I read tons, but nothing about rents going thru the roof.
I thought I had a place last night, I signed the contract and I asked him how much of a deposit he wanted. He said he could wait until I moved in. I awoke this morning to a text saying he had rented it to a friend for more.
Lying puss bag. It was age discrimination, which is his choice and I've experienced it before, but have the balls to say no to my face.
ME: It's alright, Mel. When my ship comes in, it's going to be big. My luck has to change. This much bad luck is unsustainable.
MEL: I don't know, Bo. You've been able to sustain it for quite some while.
So I look furiously while I have one week left to find a place.
This will work out. It will.
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