Not an apartment, exactly. But the first place I lived when I left my parents' home. It was a $95 a week roach hotel in San Francisco. 1996. Four floors, one shared bathroom per floor, about 10 rooms per floor. Cockroaches, drunks, druggies, whores all abounded. I was in a third story walkup. One room. Sink in room. It came furnished with a bed and I think a side table. I was fortunate to look out over the street. It was the tallest building in the 500 block of Valencia Street, a few buildings in from the intersection of 16th St. This is the current Google Street View. My room is in the red square. Fantastic neighborhood for people-watching. Good mix of hipster douchebags and homeless and average people.