Well, I got the last of what I wanted from the house. The kid hasn’t bothered to call me for 4 days so whatever he wanted out of there is now gone. I can’t be storing his shit, as my landlady is bitching now for what I have here as of now. I don’t blame her.
Somehow, I can’t help but think I failed somewhere. Losing my job and having the IRS hassling me over a tax fuckup from three years ago has not made my life easier. Of course, having the “wife” showing up just to get HER shit and not even offering to take stuff up north for me made me a little upset.
