Reply #6: i lived with my boyfriend and our best friend [View All]

[fizzgig]

we were all 19 or 20 and shared a three bedroom in a triplex in a less than savory neighborhood. our bedrooms were over the garages (we had neighbors downstairs and on one side) and the college kids next door had a pool table in their garage. they liked to throw parties during the week and stay up playing pool well after midnight. i'd always go over and talk to them first, but i called the cops on them at least three times.

the neighbors downstairs were a couple with two little girls. he went to work around 5 a.m. and in the winter he'd idle his busted 70s piece of rolling metal under my bedroom window for at least a half hour. he got pissed when i tried to talk to him about it.

it wasn't a bad time of my life, but the only memory i have of that year is the six weeks i spent in new york, england, scotland and amsterdam.

edit: if we're talking a place totally our own, it was an absolute shit hole of a two bedroom in a duplex. but it was cheap, close to a big park and my own.