My Dad Started Charging Me $250 a Month for My Room When I Turned 18 — Five Years Later, After His Funeral, His Best Friend Handed Me a Box
The money was supposed to help me move out before Christmas.
With the lease payment there would be little left for a deposit on an apartment.
I had already spent five years waiting for a chance to make music without asking permission.
I could wait six more months to move, but I could not keep waiting for someone else to decide whether I deserved the room.
I said I could pay today.
Walter pulled a blank lease form from the drawer.