#2

For the past 2 years I've taken my addictive personality all around the globe. I moved to Los Angeles and sold most of my belongings back in January. I went crazy and spent most of my time either drunk, painting naked women, or cooking soba noodles. I worked part time at a food court called Gentaro Soba and met another addict whom I still keep in touch with. He's the closest thing to Jesus Christ on this earth. He'll feed your entire fucking family before he takes a bite of his own food. He's also an insane character in that he can drink more then you and your family, while on aderall and high on weed. I did some crazy shit in Los Angeles. I should have died at least 3 times. I moved into a one bedroom apartment with 5 other guys in Koreatown. There were pubes all over the bathroom. The place was dirty as shit and the tennet who "collected" the rent has a complete fag. He looked like a fucked up version of James Hetfield from Metallica. He wore solid black shiny leather pants every day and made it a point that he never wore underwear. He was a kind of guy that just woke up angry. When I moved in he wanted $500 upfront. The rent was $350. I told him I would be moving out that month and so I won't be paying the deposit. He was pissed. Misplacing the money I gave him, he started yelling and screaming accusing me and the other tennets of stealing it. He walked to the freezer, pulled out a box of paintballs and filled up his gun. "You fuckers have one more chance!" No one answered and he started spraying the entire room with frozen paintballs. Windows broke and everything was covered in yellow paint. For those who don't know, frozen paintballs can brake your ribs if shot from a distance, this guy was 3 feet from all of us pulling full trigger. The silence from us all made him even more pissed. I never in my life have seen such anger from one individual. EVER. He pulled out a metal bat and started beating the shit out of the bunk beds nearly missing one of the roommates. 2 hours later he apologized and explained that he misplaced the cash and no one stole it. For the next month I stayed as far away from that room as possible. I had no job and needed a new place ASAP. A few days later he attempted to roofy me while we were having a few beers. He went on a rant and described his sex addiction and his method of finding other males on craigslist to fuck his asshole in. He didn't give a fuck who listened. No one asked, he just spoke. The last straw was when this dickhead sold all of our beds and we were forced to sleep on the floor. All my shit was everywhere when I walked in. I met another artist through craigslist and found a new place to stay for the next months. I won't go to far into details but it was by far one of coolest/shitiest places I'd ever live. I slept on a couch for $400 a month in a giant warehouse in downtown los angeles. I got a job and interned for an artist named Ricardo. He was a good artist but took advantage of me. Some days he would be grumpy and had me scrub the floors of the warehouse, some days he would buy us beers and tell us how great god is. I think he was jealous of me. I worked harder then him most of the time. He kept saying, "you can't force it, micah. it's got to come to you. inspiration has to come to you. you know art isn't for everyone right? you should just go to art school." Fuck that. Anyways, the best day I had at that warehouse was when I fucked an Italian girl from Tinder. I loved her accent, that shit turned me on the second I met her. She'll probably never read this so let's go into details. Her name was Gia and she just moved to LA to "make it." I'm pretty sure her parents had money. We met on tinder and she wanted to meet. She picked me up and we went for a drink. If a girl ever says "yes" to the bar, you know shit is going to go down that night. We drank and ate tacos. She said she wanted to get high so I told her we could go smoke at my place. Thank god no one was home during the time. I had a huge fucking warehouse to me and this horny ass girl. She claimed that there was something about me but she couldn't put her finger on it, some mysterious artist thing. The thing with girls off tinder is that they could be a hit or miss. There is no middle ground. You're putting all your cards out on the table or not. The other thing is pictures, if you want matches you have to pull up your BEST pictures of your lifetime. Most girls when you meet them are 10lbs heavier then in person. They try to be sneaky but it's so obvious. Women all want to look skinny. They suck in there cheeks, hide their chins, take pictures with there hottest friends. Honestly, if there are girls that read this stupid shit, if being fat is the worst thing you see yourself as, just be honest about it. The worst is when a guy shows up and has higher expectations then what is the reality of things. Because I have had such an awesome life of risking everything for an epic story, girls are always down for an "adventure." Gia and I smoked a joint and went to my couch. Because I didn't have a room in the warehouse, it confused her as to where I slept. She pulled down my pants and gave me a mean blowjob. I grabbed her tits and fingered the shit out of her. It was all fun till my drunk ass attempted to pop her back door cherry. I pushed my little dick in her ass and she squeeled. Like all things in life that you first try, you usually start off slow. Not in this case. We got off for a while and I blackedout. We woke up naked and she called uber. It was fun while it lasted but the worst thing a girl can do is overstay her welcome. I later got kicked out of that warehouse for getting way to drunk one night and pissing on my couch. I slept in the street just around the corner of skid row with all my drawings and a bag of clothes. They said I couldn't come back and they destroyed all of my paintings and belongings. Talk about embarissing. I walked into work with my bag of clothes, drawings and pissed stained jeans. My boss was shocked. I made up some bullshit story and started my shift. By far one of my lowest points in my life. But I haven't even told you about jail yet...