To this day, I can’t believe how stupid and naive I was at 19. Twelve
years later, I still suffer the consequences.
I moved out of my parents home in Fresno and into the outskirts of
Los Angeles because the warehousing company I worked for moved there.
My parents and I weren’t on the best of terms anyway and didn’t
protest much. In fact, they told me not to come back.
I didn’t have a car (I had a bicycle), so had to find a place to
live that was close to our new warehouse. Pickings were slim, but I…