Posted October 12, 2018 10:18:07After being released from prison in the early hours of February 9, 2018, my life changed dramatically.
The world had changed.
As an adult, I had lived a life of privilege, security and fame.
I had the world at my fingertips. But then, I was suddenly homeless.
I was in desperate need of shelter.
This was a stark contrast to my childhood, when I would live in an inner city.
I would get a chance to build my life and become a productive adult.
But the world had turned on me.
My family was torn apart, and my childhood home, which was once home to many of my best friends, was no longer there.
I had no support system.
I was alone.
I wasn’t even sure I could survive on my own.
There was nothing I could do but stay.
It was the hardest thing I’ve ever had to do.
So, as I was sitting in my apartment waiting for the next eviction notice, I knew I had to make the most of it.
A friend of mine, who was on the streets as well, had also spent three months in jail.
He had been released on parole and was working to rebuild his life.
While I knew he could do it, I also knew he would probably struggle.
At the time, I was hoping to find some work.
Instead, I found a job that gave me a little bit of stability and gave me more security.
Unfortunately, my situation was dire.
Since I was a low-income individual, I would need to pay rent, pay bills, and help support my family while I waited for my eviction.
All I could think about was getting the hell out of there.
I didn’t want to live on the street anymore.
Fortunately, I met someone who was willing to help me get out of the situation.
She took me in.
And in the process, she changed my life.
As the days passed, the weeks and months passed.
By the end of the year, we were finally able to move in together.
Within a few months, everything seemed to be going smoothly.
We were able to afford our rent, and we moved into a nice apartment that we had built together.
But the housing crisis had taken its toll.
In September 2018, when I was still living in my original apartment, my landlord, who I was living with, took the following action: He evicted me and my family from the apartment I had bought in July of 2017, and he had no plans for it anymore.
He would never allow me to rent the unit again, nor pay the $350 rent I was due on the rent check he receipted from the tenant.
With no income, he did not have any way to pay for the tenant’s medical costs.
Although I was able to pay my rent and finance my medical expenses, the landlord would not allow me to rent the unit again, even though I have been employed for the past two years and my own rent is currently $2,600 per month. Even with an additional $100 per month on top of the rent check he is due, it was still $3,800 for a rent deposit which was a very low rent, especially in the market where it was, for a family of three and a young man.
After being evicted, this kind of financial disaster had shattered my trust in the landlord and landlord community and left me feeling very disrespected.
On the day my eviction was granted, one day after I was released from prison, a police officer and his friend came to my office and arrested me. They were wearing blue cuffs and had a warrant out for my arrest.
They wanted me to give them my phone number.
For five minutes I complied with their request, but the police officer took me out of my office and told me to go outside.
Without my phone I would not be able to contact my lawyer, or make a phone call to my lawyer.
When I did have the phone back, after the officer reached the door and pointed at