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I have a small but psychologically important to me collection of graphic tees. Most of them are rock and roll. I have one Shohei Ohtani tee. It is discrete, just his name and the number 17 on it. I like Ohtani, he shows a complete disregard for the impossible and does it anyway. The man […]
MoreThe housing specialist tried to force me into turning down the cheapest two bed in San Francisco because I couldn’t tell her if I would have any money a year from now. Because I cannot see the future, because I can’t promise what my ‘career projection’ will be, she is unwilling to apply the subsidy […]
MoreI am so tired, dog tired, to the bone exhausted. I have a pile of books, at least a third of a notebook of scrawl I haven’t converted into words, and all I can think of is whether or not I can hold on at the shelter, if I am going to get this apartment […]
More“So, Ms Detroit, all we are going to need is your social security number, your bank account details, your last three employers, your place of birth, your references….and we can move towards getting you into the apartment.” I laughed. I laughed so hard I think I strained something. I laughed so hard it wasn’t funny. […]
MoreEver sat down after a nice glass or wine, or in my case a small handful of THC candies, decided that what you will do at the end of the day, before going to bed, is read the news? Bad idea. I am now wide awake and fuming. I avoid the news. I am bored. […]
MoreFuck, I am scared. I know fear well, we are old friends. I have known Fear from the start. If Bob has his Desolation Row, I have my Cape Fear, just round the Dire Straits of Crushed Hope, and south from the Point of No Return. I can almost smell the roasting meat and gravy […]
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