Memories. Some bitter and some sweet but all in the past. Yep, memories are all we have now. Memories…. Like the time that one of our most laid back roommates let a random asian woman come into our house, assuming because she took her shoes off at the door she must have been Han Man’s friend. And memories were all Han Man had the next day when He came down and confusedly asked if someone had come into his room while he was sleeping because He thought he heard a woman’s voice and vaguely remembered seeing someone at the door. Oh memories….Black Mold with Nathan’s name scrapped in it, floods in the basement soaking piles of the unclaimed belongings of old roommates. Oh and lets not forget the fridge… 4 to 5 guys, some who shopped at Costco and some who had a fetish for empty glass salsa jars, all sharing 2 to 3 feet of crowded refrigerator space. You never knew what you would find in the fridge or who you would find waiting for you behind it when you closed its door…like the one time I found a 5 year black boy in a stained shirt with cheetoos dust on his face asking me if he could play my game. Oh memories.
Well its true memories are all we have now because the last of bales boyz, myself (colin) nathan and our house Dad (Steve) have officially moved out. I’ve lived there for four years and I’m grateful for it.. but as I settle into a new residence I discovering the truth which probably many of you who moved out already knew: we lived like animals… as my mom described it, it was a man cave. My last year was spent in a dark, damp, basement with crickets the size of squirrels. Yep we were a brave bunch and most of you were freaking hoarders too!!!!! But at least some of you had the dignity to put your name on all the crap you left behind…Randy I’ve got your old fashioned oats waiting for you at my new place…everyone else sorry but our neighbors already combed through all your journals, photos, and everything else that the asian lady didn’t steal, cobra didn’t chew, and duke (may he rest in peace) didn’t drool all over as it lay on the curb on our last days as bales boyz. One good thing about living in the ghetto, stuff goes fast on the curb.
Much Love Bales Boyz it was an honor to live with you all
