I stayed in my 3rd floor castle for several months. Then Tom, an old high school running mate, convinced me that I needed to move into an apartment with him and two other guys. Well that rock along nicely, for a while. My running mate left early in the lease, and the other two guys failed to tell me that they were not renewing the lease until the last minute. 
This left me without a place to stay. I spent 2 or 3 nights sleeping in my car before I managed to locate and rent an apartment. I needed one that I could afford by myself. Now remember this is 1971. I was making a whopping $2.60 an hour which was a dollar more than minimum wage, and I took all the overtime I could get. I really did not have the resources to rent a penthouse abode. Continue reading “A Wino’s Wisdom”