You can’t always get what you want…but Lord, won’t you buy me a Mercedes Benz?

I was dreading today. I was dreading today with a passion that I usually reserve for opening day at Oracle Park. I was dreading begging for an extension at the shelter. I was just plain intimidated and I seriously do not do well with anyone shouting or being upset with me, I know, my problem, not theirs, but still…I don’t.

What do you know…ok, so not the most floofy of personalities, but the guy gets stuff done, he was utterly reasonable, and actually veered over into kind when he realized that I was not so bad, and once I had explained that I’m just battered and nervous. He had a list of things he wanted to get done, a way he was going to do them, and bless him, he had a way he was going to try and help. I’m just grateful we can stay.

I wore my Ramones shirt….begging the question who are they?

White punks on dope, I replied. I’m not sure he appreciated my humor, or cared to enquire after my nod towards 70s punk glam act, the Tubes. I don’t even care. He is willing to let us stay longer and that is all I need – time. Time to try and figure this out, to find a lawyer that can actually help me fix stuff, to try and recover a little.

Meanwhile I’m singing a new song….You can’t always get what you want…but Lord won’t you buy me a Mercedes Benz? Or if not a merc, at least a small apartment in a not terrible part of town? If not, there are always white punks on dope and being followed around by a sage old Rolling Stoner crooning about getting what you need….


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