Philadelphia. Lived there around 2002-2003, for about a year and a half. In between living abroad and Queens. Some good times, some good food. Some poverty. Some hard times.

Visited yesterday, on a whim.

I'm pissed off

I'm pissed off

I called our contact at the rental agency. I had so much f/cking pride and rage at that time, but I had to pretend like I had no pride. He came to our apartment. I groveled. I begged our case. Illness, not able to work. Not able to make bills. Borrowing money. The line has run out.

He said, "My partners want to know what kind of person would break their lease."

I stopped.

I blinked.

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