I looked through the peep hole and saw the Landlord. I realized then that my Girlfriend probably didn't pay the rent with the money I gave Her before She moved out. "Good morning Mr. James. What can I do for You?" I said answering the door with a smile. Without a word, He walked in and say at my table. Closing the door, I asked, "Is there a problem?" "Yo...
I was going back home from throwing some hoops with the guys one afternoon when I decided to drop in on Charlie and see how he was doing. He was a little high strung and had been having trouble with his latest live in of late. Denny, the live in, was a real cocky asshole, so sure of himself and going directly for what he wanted—and usually getting it—and tak...
"No rent again." The deep, booming voice of the landlord seemed to fill the tiny apartment. "This is the third month in a row, Mr. Burnside." "I know." Steve Burnside answered his voice small in the wake of such a huge man. "Well then you should also know that you'll be on the street by the end of the week." There seemed to e in the large man's eyes even t...
The sound of the gavel rang through my ears and all I heard was the judge say, "I sentence you to 1 year in the county jail." One Year? Why had I been so stupid and put myself in this situation? Will my friends or what family I have left even visit me while I was in jail, or better yet even want to know me when I got out? All of these questions ran through...
For the record, my name is Matthew. The story I am about to tell is true, though I'm not sure I believe it myself anymore. In the beginning it all seemed so innocent. When John and I first moved in together it was supposed to be a temporary thing. His old roommate bailed on him and I needed a place to live that was closer to where we worked. He was a wareho...
**Toby** Darren called during my few days off asking if I could meet him at the main office. I wondered if he was changing my work assignment. I've been basically stuck on nights since the fucked up of punching Scott. Maybe I'll hear something about more about the promotion. I've been done with my degree for almost two years and like always, 'Toby, please j...
Karl pulled himself up to a sitting position against the headboard of the bed, pulled the used condom off his cock, tossed it in the vicinity of the wastebasket, and reached for the pack of cigarettes on the nightstand. Lighting up and blowing smoke at the ceiling, he watched as the rent boy came out of the bathroom and padded, unselfconsciously around the s...
I'd gone to the kitchen in Jay's apartment to get myself a sparkling water from the fridge—we couldn't drink what we'd really like to drink during the performance season—when his doorbell rang, and he let his landlord in. I just stayed out of sight in the kitchen, because I knew this was going to be unpleasant and I didn't want the landlord, who I'd heard wa...
After weeks of epic partying and totally failing to budget, constantly handing my debit card over without a care in the world, I wake up horribly hungover again. I reach for my phone, my eyes straining against the bright sunlight pouring into my bedroom, finding a text from my bank announcing that I'd overdrafted my checking account the night before. God dam...
Keith sat at the kitchen table, angry. It was his 18th birthday, and he spent it alone. "That bitch." he fumed, "She can't spend one lousy fucking day with her only son." Keith's mother, Sheila, was at that moment in her bedroom. The words she used with Keith was "entertaining a friend" but he classified it as "being a whore". She spent a lot of time "ente...