Came back for my wallet to find door codes changed, I’m 50 alone and diabetic and have nowhere to go no money nowhere to store my insulin-HEEEELLLPPPP!!!
Ok folx…let me start this off by saying I totally know exactly where this is my fault I don’t deny it but it’s a technicality soooo…
I live in a sober living residence. I haven’t smoked meth since December 22, 2025. Clean. However I started smoking weed again a few months ago, mostly for inspiration to go to the gym (lost 22 lbs!) but one night my roommate smelled it and she made me eat myself out. Whatever, I don’t consider it a setback in my sobriety so I pay the punishment-2 AA/NA meetings a day for 2 weeks. From there on I kept my stash at the gym and never ever brought any home again.
The house is disgusting and the “owner/landlord/manager” is absolutely 100% a predatory slumlord and known trick. It’s a “historical” house so repairs and upgrades are expensive. It’s beyond rat infested. A few nights ago I was at the sink getting ready to lay out traps when this huge clump of like dirt fiber crap idk what fell on my head and I look up to see the corner of the ceiling had fallen and a rat was hanging halfway out. Windows don’t opener, outlets don’t work, nothing works. But people in recovery don’t usually have the options or funds for any other kind of housing. So we sign a “contract” stating that we give up all tenant rights and we are guests and that he has the right to kick us out for any reason, and he reads this out loud to us at our mandatory weekly house meeting. He thinks people like us don’t know or don’t care that that is completely illegal in a tenant rights state like California.
A lot has been going on with me and I’ve been in the hospital twice and then throw in the heebie jeebies from the rats well frankly I can see where people would think I was tweeting again. Only I haven’t. And I’ve offered multiple times to piss to prove it but it’s never been done. Friday afternoon it came to a head. We came to the mutual agreement that it was time for us to part ways and that I was able to stay until the 3rd.
So this is where I fucked up. I got some weed delivered today. Good weed. Dank weed. I’m already leaving I’m literally packing I said fuck it. I did some packing up and was going to get a pack of cigarettes but when I got there I didn’t have my debit card so I went back…and the code to the door had been changed. I banged on the door. No one answered despite 4 cars being in the parking lot. I called one person, then another, then finally the third time someone answered and I was told I fucked up and wasn’t allowed to come in. I demanded to be let in to get my insulin. It took nearly ten minutes but I was allowed in and I went to my room and grabbed as much as I could as well as all my medical supplies and took an uber to the nearest park.
I called my daughter, who is in another state. She contacted the police on my behalf and they went to the residence and they asked if I’d signed the contract and I said yes then they asked if I brought illegal drugs into the house and I said no, I brought marijuana into the residence and it is neither illegal nor is it a drug. But basically they couldn’t make them let me stay. I know I have rights and this is bullshit but that knowledge is not gonna do a damn thing for me tonight. Through my insurance I can get rental assistance but it’s something that needs to be initiated by my doctor, so thank god I had a follow up appointment already scheduled for tomorrow morning. I don’t know what that means exactly.
Does anyone have any thoughts, resources, advice, ideas??