A long road to redemption

Believe it or not, I'm finally leaving today... for those of you confused, Da Condo ended with the lease on the 31rst. During my stay, I took certain things too far and got in a lot of trouble at Charlie's Mountain View tavern & bar earlier in July. Due to security cameras, a 5th of alcohol to the face, as well as  wallet full of fake IDs, I really did get fucked. Stupid mistake for sure. My parents were so heated in fact, that they canceled my plane ticket on the 30th of July - originally when I was supposed to fly back to the east. 

So with this, I was now officially young homeless. For a couple nights I climbed a couple balconies (yes I am incriminating myself here), and poached the now abandoned house where the Hesh girls once lived, as well as the infamous 4th of july party took place. I locked myself out again after a couple nights and got sketched about staying there, since breaking & entering (I didn't break, just enter) was the last thing I needed, so I decided I was through with that. After spending a night on Compton's floor, I decided I was unwanted in Govy and I needed to get out of there before I got in any more trouble.

Luckily, I met a very, very nice girl who worked at Timberline and offered to give me a ride down to Portland the next night. 

Still, I was without a place to sleep and now running out of money. Quickly, I learned that hotels do not accept parents credit card over the phone, making finding a place to sleep that night very difficult. Finally, after pissing my dad off and keeping him up to 1am, he found a way to book a room remotely. Sensibly, they did not want to reward me for getting arrested by putting me up in hotels, so I was forced to find new accommodations. Since I was now not-so-ballin, they gave me a modest budget for each night and I had to find a place that fit within these perimeters. I decided to check out the NW portland hostel, something I knew nothing about and sounded pretty shady. Surprisingly the place was actually pretty nice:

The way I saw it, hostels are basically a mix between an Inn, boarding school, college dorms and summer camp. The beds are like $30 a night and you can use the kitchen, fridge, clean bathrooms/showers. Pretty legit for a broke baller like me. Since I was now out of fake IDs, and alone, my only option was to chill at the deck outside and drink wine with a range of different people. 

Second night, I went to an 18th birthday party in the Hills with my friend Megan, where I consumed an entire liter of Bacardi to the face, came back at 2am to the hostel blackout drunk, locked out and allegedly passed out in a bush with my macbook still open and playing music. Some nice hostel members brought me inside and put me to bed. It's definitely a weird setup, and I don't know if I would choose to stay at one again in the United States, but it was an experience for sure. Many people found my lifestyle rather intriguing to say the least.

People are cheap, and these beds get eaten up like candy. I slept too late after the third night and someone had already called and reserved my bed. I was now homeless again. 

I spent my days in the same clothes, often for days at a time, at nice coffee shops around the downtown area, doing various tasks and working on  trying to finish the extensive Da Hood Condo Real World edit... I probably spent over $200 on coffee and expresso, watched a couple go to fuck in one of the bathrooms, and burned my eyes out quickly. 

When night would fall, I would try to head to The Hills or Lake Oswego with some of the lovely beezys I have met during my adventures up at Hood. I caused drama in LO, blacked out in the WH, threw up red wine all over white carpet, made new friends, made a couple enemies, lost my pants, got hired as a bouncer for the night by lavish parents, DJed a couple parties... I've always had a talent for poaching, and this was my peak. 

Finally, somehow, 16 days had passed, 16 of the most trife living days I have ever had to (minus wilderness program). And I learned that I could of been making money off this stupid site the entire time if I had enabled AdSense in the beginning.... typical. Well it was finally Saturday the 15th and my dad flew in from LA - obviously not arriving in the best mood. I was relieved to finally have someone to care for me and nice fine linens to rest my head upon. 

8/19 - Driver not stoked on my beat skis going on his plush leather seats