We rented what we could afford, a one bedroom, furnished, roach-infested, Kissimmee apartment. We filled the bedroom with 48 shipping boxes – everything we owned. Boxes piled high enough to block the lone window’s outside view. Once a month the police where raiding a neighboring apartment on a drug raid.
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Note: Never made it to the walk-in clinic. By the time, 12 miles into the trek, i walked past it, felt good enough to wait another day.
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