My parents couldn't afford to send me to University (not that I was smart enough) so I pretty much decided one day when I finished mooching of the parents to move to a big City. I stayed at my Uncles for a month until I could find a room to rent. I was stupid the first time because it was really expensive and I was so stupid to take a room in the middle of the summer on the top floor of a house that had a tiny little window, it was as hot as hell!! I was sharing a house with 8 people from places like India and Africa that where very nice but spoke little or no english and would alway's ask if I wanted any of there food when they where cooking. I had to move out of that house because it was just too uncomfortable with the heat and the cost of rent so then I move to a house with 5 people that I rarely saw but stole my food
, one guy was suppose to be evicted but would climb in and out of his window when the landlord would show up :/ He was creepy. I actually tried to get a hold of the land lord to pay him rent for two months owing but he never would return my calls so one day I called a cab (asked for a stationwagon) and put my futon on the roof and all my stuff and left, the landlord never came after me :/ but I was always worried that he would. So the next house that I lived in was the best!!! They have a local wierd paper called NOW in Toronto so I saw this tiny ad that said room for rent $200 inclusive and jumped on my bike at lunch while I was at work and went to this huge house that was had two Jazz musicians and an artist dude and one wierd Dude that got kicked out a week after when he washed his clothes in the bathtub and left a huge ring of dirt and pissed of the main guy that rented it. A year after living at that house I started dating my wife and then moved out but I met so many interesting and cool people at the "Boston Ave" house that I'm glad that I didn't give up trying to live by myself and head home to mom and dad.
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