During one rocky stretch, I lived at five different addresses over nine months, covering more than 1000 miles. I crashed on comically-small couches and broken sofa beds until finally the day came when I could move into my own place. A friend said they’d help me unload the 20-foot moving truck, a godsend with the apartment being on the third floor of a house so high atop a hill you needed oxygen tanks to complete the steep and narrow stairway to the top. I pulled up to the house near midnight, when my friend said he’d be free after work.
Knicks 105, Magic 103: “Three in a row”
