I applied for this apartment 6 years ago. I wondered if that
THING that happened in 2008, that wasn’t supposed to be on my record because I
did the court program 100%, would be on my record.
So when the lady said there was a problem, I thought “Oh No!”
Then she said “Did you have a marijuana charge from 1974?
Because we cant tell if it’s a felony charge or a misdemeanor.”
Boy was I relieved!
“It was a misdemeanor” I said.
She said I would have to go downtown and get a copy of the
charges before she could rent me an apartment.
I laughed. “Do you mean to tell me after the trail of
destruction I’ve left for the last 30 years, this is all y’all can come up
with? After everything I’ve been through, the unmanageability, the addiction, the moral decay, the cheatin’, theivin’, connivin’, stealin’ when I shoulda been buyin’, vagrancy, bankruptcy, divorce, no
credit, bad credit, homeless joblessness, foreclosure, and not putting the toilet seat down, and this bubble-gum pot charge is
the best you can do?”
We do recover.
We do recover.
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