There were tears in my eyes when I stepped out on the porch and slammed the door behind me. I was officially on my own. My future wasn’t exactly bright. I didn’t have a very good job, my high school diploma wasn’t worth the paper it was printed on without a college degree to go with it, and I was homeless. I needed somewhere to stay for the night, and a friend named Abby offered her couch, so I took it. It wasn’t a permanent solution, but it was somewhere to rest my head after I did as much damage as I could at the bar. I dropped off my stuff, showered, and lounged around, just staring at my phone until it was an acceptable time to start drinking.
Okay, here we go again.