Part one of term paper
The upstairs apartment I rented was one of four apartments in an old house that had been converted. It smelled of bok choy and beer from the various tenants, and for a mere one hundred and seventy five dollars a month including bills I had two hundred and fifty square feet comprised of a bathroom, kitchenette and a main room. It was admittedl ...

Part two of term paper
... looking for an excuse to move out on my own. Since this was my first time on my own it didn’t hurt that it was only thirty miles from home and I could get help if it was needed. Joe was leaving his job at Kelly’s, a local restaurant in downtown Norman, and thought I might be interested in replacing him. I came down and met with Rick Rubinski, the owner, who turned out to be an old hippie friend of my father’s from the early seventies, and was hired on the spot. I was hired as a cook and was ...