They Won $85 Million And Kicked Me Out—Then I Asked One Question

legs, and a single window that stuck halfway when you tried to open it, no matter how hard you pushed. The smell of frying oil—egg rolls and fried rice and sweet and sour chicken—drifted up through the floorboards and soaked into my clothes, my hair, everything I owned.

The bathroom was down the hall, shared with three other tenants I never saw but continue reading …