I got out of the hospital in 1983. Nine months later I got a job, I worked there from 1984 to 1988. The last year and a half I was smoking crack. AND, the last six months of my job I was living by myself in a studio apartment. I don’t know how I got anything done.
Well, I ended up getting fired after four years. I used to go to my job at might and write checks for crack money. I used to be high when I did this but they only caught me being high once. I didn’t pay rent for the last three months I lived in the studio so I got kicked out. But I told my dad at the time that I counted living on my own as a success. That was because my biggest fears was being alone and getting suicidal.
Well, I had four close “friends” that I made while I was there and I didn’t commit suicide, so to me, that was a success. But yeah, friends are great. I had company and people to do things with. After I got fired my friend got me a job at his restaurant. And I worked there two days and another friend got me an even higher paying job at his restaurant.
But I had people coming over at all hours of the night to get drunk and party. I actually didn’t want them coming over because they were only letting me get 4 or 5 hours of sleep every night before I had to be to work. But I was doing all this crap while being addicted to crack, working, and living on my own.