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My home away from home. After a month at the Fort Mason Youth Hostel, I ended up here with the help of my dad. The owner was Thai, and most of the tenants were Thai students. The owner hooked me up with TJ, another art student who was going to school in SF. We became friends during our stay at this place. He later moved back to Thailand to pursue a career in animation. I met up with him one time in Thailand, but haven't heard a word from him since. The place was essentially a residential hotel. One room with a bath. I was in the inside rooms for awhile, but those rooms faces each other. There were barely air coming in through the windows. So later when a room opened up, I moved to a room that faces the outside. I almost died in that first room trying to do one of my electronics experiments. Lucky my the breaker shut the electricity off before and electrocution happened. I was all alone at this place, and no one would've known I was injured or dead until the maid come in to clean later in the week. I also had a major anxiety attack here. It was so bad, I went to sleep with a seizure. My dad flew up the next morning to take me home to see a psychiatrist. Then there was the night of the fire. It was around 2AM when the alarm went off. Smokes were everywhere. I had to get out. Apparently a tenant on the second floor fell asleep while smoking, and the cigarette when in between the mattress, causing the fire. Man, what a scare! The hotel wasn't the best place to be. It was small, but I liked the fact that I was living by myself and not with someone else. I had my privacy. Also, the rent was cheap comparing to what was being price during that time in SF--the Dot Com Boom. I had a pretty good deal. But since it was so close to the Tenderloin, it was also sketchy to be around that area. But it was a good, decent place. Something I needed at the time.
My home away from home. After a month at the Fort Mason Youth Hostel, I ended up here with the help of my dad. The owner was Thai, and most of the tenants were Thai students. The owner hooked me up with TJ, another art student who was going to school in SF. We became friends during our stay at this place. He later moved back to Thailand to pursue a career in animation. I met up with him one time in Thailand, but haven't heard a word from him since. The place was essentially a residential hotel. One room with a bath. I was in the inside rooms for awhile, but those rooms faces each other. There were barely air coming in through the windows. So later when a room opened up, I moved to a room that faces the outside. I almost died in that first room trying to do one of my electronics experiments. Lucky my the breaker shut the electricity off before and electrocution happened. I was all alone at this place, and no one would've known I was injured or dead until the maid come in to clean later in the week. I also had a major anxiety attack here. It was so bad, I went to sleep with a seizure. My dad flew up the next morning to take me home to see a psychiatrist. Then there was the night of the fire. It was around 2AM when the alarm went off. Smokes were everywhere. I had to get out. Apparently a tenant on the second floor fell asleep while smoking, and the cigarette when in between the mattress, causing the fire. Man, what a scare! The hotel wasn't the best place to be. It was small, but I liked the fact that I was living by myself and not with someone else. I had my privacy. Also, the rent was cheap comparing to what was being price during that time in SF--the Dot Com Boom. I had a pretty good deal. But since it was so close to the Tenderloin, it was also sketchy to be around that area. But it was a good, decent place. Something I needed at the time.
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