You know, being homeless and living in Trent's mother's backroom wouldn't wear on me so damn much if

a) there wasn't an ADHD 11 year old boy busting into our room at all fucking times.
b) our room wasn't spider-infested
c) we had a car to get away sometimes
d) our room had a lock.

If anyone has millions of $ and wants to give a few hundred to me, contact me!

I'm so serious.