The first place I called home after prison, Apartment # 205. I lived there with my son 30, my two nephews in their 20's and my sister. This was a very small apartment no room for more than one and there were five of us. The constant knocking for the boys of friends, girls and party's. My sister and I always had our ex's trying to move in. We all had different schedules. The knocking represents the revolving door open 24/7 and temptation itself. I mock the family unit here over and over because there is no order in mine at present. I can endure almost anything for family but the day my son brought home a puppy I tapped out. If your still reading thank you and God Bless.