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My parents had a very hands off approach to things and so I was allowed to move out of their house during my last year of high school. I moved in wirh my with my girlfriend who is a year older and lived in an incredibly bad basement. I mean it was dope as poo poo to be still going to high school and having your own place, but it was gross and moldy and pretty miserable to spend any actual time in. Many years later I moved into an illegal basement apartment with this random guy I met on craigslist. Our electric stove wouldn't even get hot enough to fry as the outlet was wired to not kicking out enough juice. The bathroom sink and shower both drained, through a cleverly hidden series of pipes, into the alley behind the house. The ceilings were like 7 feet max, and there was no heat or air conditioning. Or even really any windows. I want to say I paid $500 a month for this palace. After getting over being a teenager dipshit, my parents and I had a great relationship, but I would still rather be crammed into a four bedroom group house with eight other people than have ever lived with them again.
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