I was living in Atlanta, GA back in 1998 and I met this lady that looked like Sandra Bulloch. Her name was Lori. I was in love with her from the moment I met her. I was staying with my cousin and his uncle, too. Well after weeks of chasing her, the moment finally arrived. We were alone in my room and I was performing OS (operating system) on her.
There was a knock at the door. I ignored it. Next thing I knew, the front door flew open and a cop and a bunch of inmates came walking in. They kept calling me "Craig" which was my "uncle's" name. I was told I was being evicted. The inmates loaded all of our stuff onto a moving van and tossed it on the side of the highway. I sat there on the side of the road holding a tennis raquet fending of these Mexicans (I love Mexican people but that's what happened) as they tried to take our stuff.
And I didn't get laid.
I'd been paying my part of the rent but apparently my money wasn't getting to the landlord. Who knows? I moved back home shortly after. And for anybody keeping track, this was the same uncle that MAY have molested me when I was drunk.
