
Like most first apartments, mine sucked. It was dingy, owned by a slumlord and shared with my sister. The second one wasn't much better, but it served as a familiar spot for people wanting to go out drinking since the bars were within walking distance. We used to drink Wednesday-Saturday nights, and it's safe to assume that small fortunes were lost in the beer consumption and poker playing. Since we only spent money on beer, we didn't have it for cable, and so we could only pick up what the rabbit ears brought us. For some odd reason, [...]