ͳat was so nice of him, and I should have been more
appreciative, but I had to point something out:
Tiffany: “What? I cannot get no hotel room nowhere
for no week for three hundred bucks?”
He told me to write out a list of the goals I wanted to
accomplish, like what I want out of life. I wrote the mrst
thing on my list, “I want my own apartment.”
ͳe next day, I got a phone call from one of our mutual
friends:
Friend: “Girl, there’s an apartment for you. You should
check it out. Kevin talked to some people, you should
go check it out.”
I went to check it out, and like—it was wack. ͳe
neighborhood was terrible. ͳere were crackheads
everywhere. It straight looked like the Walking Dead set or
something. I pulled up to the apartment building. ͳere
were bars everywhere.
But I had this weird feeling—this place is secure. It’s safe.
I ended up taking the apartment, and I mxed it up, and I
still have it. The neighborhood is actually really nice now.
All thanks to my comedy guardian angel, Kevin Hart.