I’m not looking forward to the next few days. They won’t be enjoyable, at least from my little niche of the world. I’m homeless and disabled? Happy Holidays! Sure. Whatever.
Ebeneezer? Party of one? Table for one!
Being homeless sucks. I’m trying to find the bright side, but it’s getting too hard. Between the chronically homeless, Tweakers, addicts, and general crazies, it’s wearing at me. I need to write this shit, but time isn’t with me.
Will is my new fabulous friend. I’m the Grace to his Will and with Andy, his therapy dog, we have laughs and chuckles everyday.
Then there is Eddie, another friend who suffers from hallucinations. More about him later.
Barbara, bat shit crazy Barbara, who set me off when she accused me of lying and other things, just because she also slept at the Homeless Refuge, but broke the rules. She came back after being told she wasn’t welcome. Not by me, but she sensed weakness and exploited it. Bitch. That is one thing I hate about the Homeless community. Weakness is prayed upon.
Please, I can’t do this anymore – mentally or physically. It’s Christmas and I have nothing – no money, some food stamps, General Assistance isn’t available until 1/3/2019, my car registration is due, my car has issues….my life is a mess….. http://www.gofundme.com/life4v