PREWORD: the first few paragraphs, are somewhat depressing, but i explain them in such detail, because i want to illustrate the low to truly put in perspective the high points of this little story. feel free to skip ahead. EDIT: this is a story about rebirth and happiness.
a year ago today i was on the fast track to a "stable" life. i had my own pool cleaning company with equipment and transportation(all owned, no depts) a 20+ clients and growing, a place with a roommate who at the time seemed like a good guy, and was beginning to pay back some debts from previous years. but as we all know life likes to kick you pretty hard from time to time. this came in the worst possible form, and as you can probably guess this is where our story begins.
One morning in march, i woke up, did my morning routine, and stepped out side to see that my truck was not where i rememberer parking it. not normally a big deal as i frequently let my roommate take my truck to get something at night depending on parking situations. i searched the street and it was nowhere to be found. now im worried, so i wake up my roommate. the conversation went something like this; Me: "bro! where did you park my truck last night?" roommate: what are you talking about? Me: my trucks not out front, please tell me you took it and its parked down the street or something." roommate: dude, i didnt take your truck. Me: fuck i think my truck was stolen.
so being the level headed guy that i am, i looked online and found the NON emergency police number, and reported my truck stolen. i got a call back an hour later saying it was impounded for unknown reasons. after nearly three hours of talking to 6 different people, i find out it is due to unpaid parking tickets. heres the kicker, they werent mine, they were from the previous owner. so now they want me to pay the city of riverside $1,283 and some change (for the parking tickets that i was not legally resposible for according to california vehicle code) before they will release the vehicle from impound. impound fees the day that my truck was impounded were 400 something, and increasing everyday by $60. not having $1283 plus impound fees just laying around, i could not get my truck out immediately, and everyday that went by, i saw my chances of ever getting it back rapidly slipping away. since my equipment was in the truck, and i therefore could not do my job, i had to call me clients and explain the situation. some of them understood, some were irritated, but since i had not collected payments for that month, nobody gave me too much trouble(some even offered to pay me for the part of the month that i was performing my service.)
summing up the next few months, i could not get my truck back, though every effort was made over the next month and half. i did whatever sidework i could find to pay bills while applying to anything in range of public transit(which sucks in riverside.) eventually, i had to tell my roommate that i would be moving out, and doing some work on an old acquaintance's ranch in exchange for room and board. as i was transporting my cat to the ranch, he called the landlord and had me barred from the appartment, claiming that i had not been paying the rent, and that he had been paying my half. this was resolved rather quickly between me and the landlord(when i explained to her that she was unlawfully barring me from my place of residence and my belongings), but gave this conniving son of a bitch of a roommate plenty of time to either sell or store all of my belongings, including the nearly $4000 worth of automotive tools and equipment i had accumulated over several years.
so after a short stay at the aforementioned "ranch," i moved to BFE texas to work for my stepdad for a spell, which has turned into a spell and a half. so ive been doing general construction since about late june/early july. my goal was to make enough to buy a car or truck, drive back to california, and start my life over(again) in a month or two. as you probably guessed this didnt happen. due to various lulls in work, i was still chasing that dream in september, and rapidly spiraling into a depression.
one rather drunk night in september, i was thinking about how much fun i used to have on WoW, when it occured to me that what i needed was some social interaction, and WoW was as good a source as i was likely to find. so i hopped back on, and played a night or 2 with my sister, and then i played for a couple hours with my brother(some of you may know him as @swirly.)
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