But a year ago, as I slept on a hard bed in a room with 80 other men, with the fluorescent lights blaring, with no pillow and a thin little blanket, all I could dream about was a place I could come and go whenever I wanted, with a door I could lock, and lights I could turn off.
All I have is this shitty little apartment.
But a year ago, as I slept on a hard bed in a room with 80 other men, with the fluorescent lights blaring, with no pillow and a thin little blanket, all I could dream about was a place I could come and go whenever I wanted, with a door I could lock, and lights I could turn off.
So really what I have is my dream.