On March 9, 2006 I turned 18. Little did I know that the adventures that would take place in the next few years will allow me to truly appreciate the value of the dollar.
It was a bright and sunny morning, the birds were chirping, the wind rustling the leaves of the trees the woodpeckers were pecing their way towards a full stomach. I could also smell my mother cooking bacon downstairs. And then as soon as I smelled it I got out of bed and put on my clothes on as fast as I could. I rushed out the door, ran down the hallway, slid down the banister and jump into my chair at the kitchen table and what did I find on the plate in front of me. ..It was the bill I had to pay in order to stay at the house.
My mother looked at me and said “Damien you have to find some other living arrangements. Sorry.”The 10 words that my mother had spoken to me on that day, were the greatest words that have ever been spoken to me.
When I made the decision to leave home, the first thing that I did was sell my car. With the money that I had from selling my car, I took a taxi to the airport and got on a plane to Chicago. I don't know why I chose Chicago. It was the first city that came to my head when I walked up to the ticket counter at the airport.
The plane that I was on was small and cramped. The seat they had me in were so small and really stiff and there was no head rest. The person sitting next to me was fairly large and his roles sank over the armrest and made the seat that much smaller. And to make matters worse the air-conditioning didn't work, and the guy that was behind me kept ripping ass and blasting his retarded motivational speaking book on tape. The guys farts started getting so bad I started tasting them. Needless to say it was one of the worst plane rides of my life.
When I got to Chicago I didn't know what to do, where to go, I did not know how to get anywhere. The only thing that saved me was the fat guy sitting next to me was one of the coolest guys in nicest...