One of the many pit-falls of being young is, the lack of life experiences. Being raised in rural America sheltered from city life and cultures I ain't never seen before. Having zero guidance and coaching for the first time I ever rented an Apartment or rather a Townhouse. Hell, I didn't even know what a Townhouse was, much less a what a bagel was.
Yes sir, young and stupid I was. Too stupid and too motivated to get out of the US Navy Barracks gave way to me overlooking and/or not seeing the obvious signs of what was to become. One that stands out is: why all the burnt pots in the backyard, and why all the small burn holes in the carpet near the end of the couch? These were just two signs I should have picked on.
If Mama and Daddy only knew.
