At My Place

The paper crinkled in my hand as I stared at the eviction notice again.

It wasn’t shock that hit me—not really. Just that slow, sinking confirmation that this shitty day had found one last way to kick me.

I didn’t even go inside first. I turned on my heel and went straight to the landlord’s flat downstairs.

If this old bat thinks he can wake up one morning and send me parking, then he really needs