The Sleepless Chronicles

I'll bet you are wondering how a 51 year old man could wind up being homeless for two months.  It all started when I moved into a house  back at the end of January earlier this year. I thoght I that left a not so good neighborhood (Ronkonkoma)  and moved to a better neighborhood (Saint James).



I shoud have known  that something was wrong when I saw that the landlord had what looked prison tatoos one with a picture of Jesus on one arm while on the other arm was a map of Italy.  He is also one of these silly people who try to act like they are Tupac or Biggie Smalls. 



The other roomates were not much better, in fact one is a convicted felon, and the other two were young women. The landlord kept telling me that the other roomates that they resented having ann older guy living with them.



Now I realize that the younger folks like to party, not to the point where they are lying in their own vomit half crocked out of their minds.  The first night a group people came to the house and started a fight  and thus began my first sleeples night