It sure wasn't the times we've all expected after a good run. Economically, it was the lowest since I've been around. I couldn't remember it being much harder than this. None of my college grad peers had their jobs anymore and I was on the verge of losing mine. The rent in the city only grew and the gap between the rich and the poor slowly increased. In school, they would prepare us for the real world, but nothing could prepare us for the overpriced fuel costs and the cost of living was just too unbearable. After losing my job, I had no choice but to go back home. And with my tails between my legs, after all the commotion I've caused, claiming the right to my own existence, after all the boast of becoming a free man, I've been reduced to crawl on all fours and beg for my room to be returned to me and clear out the vacancy sign.
My brother had picked me up from the airport and we gossiped about the daily happenings at the old Charleston household.
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