In the last year I have moved 4 times and been in 3 car accidents (could've died in one of those as I rolled my Jeep Liberty 3x's). I received 3 traffic violations (managed to escape 2 others) and had my home burglarized. Upon moving the second time, the cops had to be called. My landlord refused to let me into my townhome to retrieve my items, phone and car keys mainly, so I busted through the door to retrieve my items just before he pushed his over six feet tall leggy self against the door. The scenario ended with two cops escorting me into my home so I could retrieve "all" of my things...asshole.
It was a rough year. I'm tired. How did all of this begin? It shall be revealed in time as I begin to write it all down...err type it all down.
I'm not a writer and I'm horrible at punctuation, grammer, editing, etc. But I have passion and determination so here I go!