"Notice Of Eviction"

                           1)            My roommate rolled himself off of his deflated inflatable mattress one afternoon, atop the gritty porcelain cockroach infested floor. I was working down on the Main St. of  town waiting tables, throwing up amidst the outside bushes that aligned the patio with tables. Working the lunch shift, so later on I would meet him during shift change. It was in the dimly lit downstairs dining room that he pulled a folded letter from his torn pocket, a "Notice of Eviction" it read.
                                      It all started previously in disastrous drunken intervals. Quite a bit of waking up in the hallway of my old apartment building. I'd reach my capable peak every night entertaining coworkers, and many other misfits and degenerates. Then it soon became time for me to get my own place across the street, with no furniture and plenty of infestation that lived and breed in the mangled urban woodwork. I decided to make the best of the situation. I would drink myself to sleep every night, this way I would not mind the roaches. I remember walking to the bus stop one early afternoon and thinking that I could to this the rest of my life. 
                        2) In the long drawn out Summer days of the bunny, looking into to my bedroom closet. Cardboard boxes I used as pillars to pile stacks of c.d.s on. Mom's Easter basket assortment rested way out of hand in the desolate corner of solitude. Feeble attempts at achieving contentment would fall short. Depression fluctuating between seasons and situations. Drowning in the vast thawed out sea of vodka and bad cocaine. Then there were many trivial escapades of desperation. I would get many late rides home from the bar after it closed.
                        3)  A woman in her early twenties dropped me off one night, she rolled down the car window to say goodbye, I reached my head in and tried to kiss her, she said "no, I don't like you like that", it was a shame, I was not ashamed. When I had a pocket full of drugs I'd be excited and run all the way up the staircase to the fourth-story floor trembling with nervous energy.
                   
                          4( "They had to calm me down")
                          They would always have to calm me down, if I didn't calm down then I would be asked to leave, then if I wouldn't leave, they would have no choice, but to call the police. One night a veteran of the "War on Iraq" insisted on giving me a ride home from my daily local watering hole. Then in the midst of his driving I begged and pleaded for him to let me out so I could go back to the bar and score some coke, he would not budge, so I jumped out of his car and hit the heavy street going about thirty five miles per hour. I couldn't figure out why I woke up the next morning with two sprained ankles.
                  
                        5( "Birthday")
                        My birthday would come once a year. Whenever it came I used to try to get off work. I usually did. The day would pass just as fast as any other. It all went by in the same breezy mental discombobulation. I'd awake just as pissed off at the world as I was before.
                 
                       6 (A Possible Conclusion)
                       Is there a possible conclusion to this sordid puzzling piece of scandalous notoriety? I wish there was, since then it's all just another day trying keep my head above water, remaining free from the confines of the law, or the corrupt legal system that insists people like me should pay back there dues to society, for things I've done to myself.