Richard Taite

People are stuck.

And we all get there at some point.

So I'll tell you what I did.

I was 23.

No, I was 21.

And I just spent three years and three and a half years in Santa Monica College because I was a drug addict.

I couldn't get my my shit together.

And then I transferred to UCLA.

Right.

Right.

But when I got to UCLA, before I started going to school, I didn't have anywhere to live.

I didn't have any transportation and I didn't have a job.

I was completely rudderless.

So I called my mother at 21 and I said, listen, we had lost our house because my father had left, left the house.

house went into foreclosure we had nowhere to go so we were with my grandmother in her apartment my two brothers and i and my grandmother and my mother it was the worst time of my life and i mean horrific and we were grateful to have a place thank god for my grandmother

But I asked my mother a year later at 21 to live with her.

She was an assistant manager in a luxury building and she had a two bedroom apartment that they gave her so that she could as part of her compensation for being an assistant manager.

And so I asked to be in her spare bedroom and she literally reluctantly said yes, which still scars me.

Okay.

And I get into the room and there's nothing there, no bed, no nothing, just the floor.