Meet me under the Electric Sky
“I’m an adult” I whisper as I try not panic while I’m filling in all those forms that I don’t understand.
Since June 2011 I’ve lived in the comfort of apartment 1133 with a slew of the craziest people I’ve ever met. These four walls have housed two crazy Italians, an ex-best friend, an unwelcome gender confused asshole, a video game addict, and a psycho who made DMT and his equally psychotic hippie girlfriend. Tomorrow marks the end of this wild ride. Living here forced me to grow up and taught me things I never knew about being an adult. We’ve laughed here, cried here, and had many late night talks. Friendships grew, love was found and so many countless memories were made. Despite hating this complex and it’s management more than anything, I will genuinely miss this place. Apartment 1133 was the first place I lived on my own. It was the first place I called home with a very special friend who will always always be in my heart. We both grew up here, we became fully functioning members of society here. This apartment will forever hold a place in my heart and be a source of comfort. I will cry when I walk out the front door. Tears will fall as I slam it shut one last time. This is, and always will be, the Kush Kingdom.
I’d just like to be able to eat a meal without wanting to cry ten minutes later because the pain is so bad.