I drank two beers and talked about art and printmaking at a bar with some new friends and now I am literally too drunk to drive home and am just stuck at my studio until I sober up. TWO BEERS!!! TWO! When did I become so weak and light-weighted. WHO AM I? A Manager. A college graduate. A FAILURE. Two beers. A sad adult human.
A few years ago I was married to a degenerate tweeker (she wasn’t originally like that, but y'know, meth does what meth does).
I kept interfering with her tweeker lifestyle trying to get her treatment etc and she rewarded my efforts with a restraining order (lied, said I beat her and other overly dramatic stuff).
So, I get kicked out of my place and end up in a studio apartment with nothing but my toothbrush and the clothes I was wearing.
One of her great plans was to get a front for a ton of dope using EVERYTHING OF VALUE WE OWN as collateral.
Drug dealer literally takes everything and puts it in a storage unit somewhere in town. Wife plans to stomp on the dope, sell it and by the weekend be a millionaire (tweeker logic).
Of course, she fucks off the plan and ends up just doing the dope so now all our expensive stuff is in the wind.
I try to work out something with POS drug dealer but he wanted an absurd amount of payback, plus I made some threatening comments he didn’t appreciate so negotiations stalled.
Eventually, I catch wind that he got locked up and that some friends took all HIS property and put it in storage for safekeeping until he got out.
I hit every storage place in town with my story and his picture hoping to catch some kind of break.
Eventually, I find the place. Owner tells me that the unit is going up for auction the next weekend for non-payment. He tells me if I just pay the 3 months back rent that he’d write it up as I won the auction and I can have the unit.
$320 gets slapped on the counter and we go drill the lock.
All my stuff is there! And, whaddaya know, now I own all his stuff free and clear.
And, cuz I’m a nice guy, I dug out all the personal irreplaceable stuff (old photos, important documents, etc), boxed them up and gave them to his mom (found her on Facebook).
Actually made quite a bit of money off the deal selling his shit on Craigslist (came out about $2000 in the black on the deal).
“I’ve become skeptical of the unwritten rule that just because a boy and girl appear in the same feature, a romance must ensue. Rather, I want to portray a slightly different relationship, one where two people mutually inspire each other to live. If I’m able to, then perhaps I’ll be closer to portraying a true expression of love.” -Hayao Miyazaki