Ever 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. […]
MoreI should be writing today. I should be working on my book. I should be doing something that goes towards building a future for me and the kid, instead I am battling the inhumane and downright unprofessional and lazy behavior of the people who should be finding a home for me and the Boy. I […]
MoreI would much rather be writing about David Bowie, or REM being the perfect road trip soundtrack, or picking up my guitar and writing a song or two. Instead I have spent the morning trying to deal with housing. It looks like they will accept what ID I can provide. I expect I will once […]
MoreI have lived back inside for six months now. Five years on the road in campers and tents with no inside showers or bathrooms, and now six months of showers whenever I want them, and the walk to the bathroom being across carpet not down trails. I had previously been homeless on a few occasions […]
MoreBack in November there were no tents outside in the alleyway that my window in the shelter looks out on. There was graffiti of a blue ghost in a Santa Hat, a few tags claiming undying love for a man named Miguel, and occasionally a tent or two housing a quiet gay couple who existed […]
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