'66 Mustang gone for good

[Clutch]

First, My mom fell off her damn rocker and is completely insane.

Second, After all the talks about how they don't want me to end up like them and how they want me to be set and have a good career where I don't have to live paycheck to paycheck, they kick me out of the house.

Third, if your son needed bilateral (both sides) knee surgery and possibly right rotator cuff surgery, would you kick him out of the house even after he told you he had the surgery scheduled for one month from the date you wanted him to be out?

Forth, and worst of all, I have to sell my Stang.

So, here I sit, at work, two hours after my shift is over, cause I have nowhere to go. If I don't sell my Stang, I get nothing for it and it goes to rot in a bone yard. And, more than ever before, my knees are killing me cause I had to cancel my surgery. I can't recouperate propertly if I'm sleeping in my car. It's funny cause my mom just left me a message about how I "wrote the family off and want nothing to do with them". Would you want to talk to her after this?

It's all good tho. I've gotten everything taken care of. I have my NJ state life insurance producers license, my company finally started selling car and home owners insu again and I'll soon be first and second mortgage (loan) licensed. Now I've got 155 days to get my ass into an apartment cause I refuse to celebrate Christmas with my fiance without our own place.

In the words of E-Town Concrete:

"The day is mine, the night is also mine.
Thou hast set all the borders of this earth.
I've never been one to believe in the preconceived limit
that's set for me. I'll spit in the face of the haters as I march
closer to victory."

"I've had the ground fall from beneath my toes.
scraped my knees on the concrete, and still I rose."

Compared to the last 23 years, this is a cake walk.