Radio player lot Photo by Alexandre Debiève on Unsplash I didn’t live there for much longer, I’ll tell you that. They stopped their hammering and the man said, with a fragile voice “We were just wondering if we could borrow your pee for a drug test tomorrow.” I not-so politely declined and told them to get lost. I yelled back at them: “What do you want? Leave me alone!” Their answer stunned me. They were yelling, hammering their hands at the door so hard I thought they would break it. I rushed inside and locked the door, when they started hammering at it. They started following me up the stairs, not saying a single word, just following me. These two were living wall-to-wall with me, and I had listened to their drugged-up saturnalias more than once. One night when I came home from work, I met two of my neighbors by the entrance to the building. I quickly learned what a mistake I'd made. I moved there because I don’t have a driver’s license and I needed to live close to my new job at a café as there are no buses in the area-except school buses-and it was relatively cheap. It was a pretty rural small town-a lot of junkies and lowlifes, etc. I moved into a run-down apartment in a building that was occupied by basically the worst people in the area.
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