051802

 

San Antonio, TX

Saturday May 18, 2002

                   Move-in day is here! When I woke up, my soon-to-be ex-girlfriend had all ready gone to work. I woke up early and started moving my things close to the door. All of a sudden, around nine my boss called. He told me that he was on his way.
                   The day before I had asked him that when he could clear up some time if he could come hang out with me for like five hours. I told him, "I have much to show you, Dad." I wanted him to see the trail I was cutting.
                   Well after about ten minutes I went outside to smoke a cigarette and wait for him. He came soon afterwards and backed his truck into a parking space. I wasn’t expecting him to help me move, I know he’s a busy man, I just needed the money to give the leasing office. He then told me, "Let’s see if we can’t save you the expense of that U-Haul." I was like, "Badass." So we went inside the apartment.
                   I pushed the mattress off my bed and rested it against the wall. Disassembling my bed was simple. It’s a California-king size solid wood sleigh-bed. So piece by piece we loaded the bed into his truck, then the mattress and box-spring. It was huge. We were able to fit like three other boxes, a fan and some other shit.
                   First stop after that was the bank, where he withdrew some money and gave it to me. We then drove over to my new apartment and parked in front of the leasing office. I introduced my old boss to the nice leasing agent that, it seemed, had taken a liking to me. I gave her the money, signed all the paperwork and she gave me the key to the apartment.
                   I was giddy with joy. For the first time in my life I was going to be independent and able to do what I wanted to, when I wanted to. And this place was luxurious. You really do get what you pay for.
                   We drove the truck to my new apartment, which was in building #1, right next to the street and bus stop. I walked up the stairs and entered the apartment. It was spotless. It looked brand new I tell you, even though this property is like eighteen years old or something. We then took all the pieces of the bed upstairs and put it together in my new room. Now my bed is humungous and I still had plenty of room leftover.
                   We took the rest of the stuff out of the truck and loaded it in the living room. There wasn’t that much because I had planned to move the rest on my own later(on the bus). All I really needed the U-Haul for was the bed and my boss took care of that.
                   That’s the great part about breaking up with a girl and still agreeing to by best friends, not having to move everything in one day.
                   After we had unloaded everything I suggested we go eat at Thundercloud Subs. He agreed and went and ate some yummy roast beef subs. When we were finished eating he went back home and I rode the bus back to my new apartment.
                   I unpacked the little stuff that I had and it started to feel like home. I found my badass pink panther picture that I had found at a garage sale years ago and hung it up over the fireplace. I used my tape-measure keychain, that I had just gotten, to center it.
                   Boy, was I hungry. I had like twenty bucks from selling my plasma earlier in the week. Now I never splurge on fast food like pizza. But I deemed this to be an appropriate occasion. So I thought, "Hmm, what’s close by?" I rode the bus to the same place I transferred to earlier when I was moving. It was around 10:00pm. I got off the bus and I walked over to the Little Caesar’s pizza place. I asked them, "Do you have any mistakes you could sell me cheap?" The manager said, "No, I am sorry. If you would like I’ll give you a medium two-topping medium pizza for five dollars." Once again, I was like, "Badass." So I got my pizza, caught the bus back home, and pigged out and smoked a cigarette.
                   Dude, I have never, ever, slept so well as I did that first night in my new apartment.

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