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Made It Through Another Day

Well, another day down and I’m still alive. Can’t complain about that. Didn’t have to spend too much time on the street today. I ended up scoring some DMT from a homie, and got to show another homie a whole new experience. DAMN, I did not realize that pay phones are damn near impossible to find anymore. Stupid cheap dead phone.

I did go by the other store of the company that I used to work at, and visit my friend Lisa. She was my only real friend in the flower business. She invited me to Thanksgiving dinner. I was completely taken by surprise. Honestly, I was hoping to be on a Greyhound on Thanksgiving Day. I don’t wanna spend the holidays with anyone. She almost started crying when she invited me, because she had all this food to make and was probably gonna more or less spend Thanksgiving alone as well. How can I turn that down?

Apparently, I am about to be an uncle for the twelfth niece or nephew! Wow! Pops gave me the news today. Pops is my stepdad who I actually consider to be my real dad. Probably the best person inside and out that I have ever met in my life.  He’s hanging in there! That’s one tough SOB, there. Love you pops if you ever read this. And keep up the texts every night. It’s nice to know that someone loves me.

Unfortunately when my boss made me give up my keys, One of those was a key to his casita in which I have been living for the past year. Which still has my few belongings in the world in it. Including my phone charger. This is the first cheap phone I’ve owned where the battery dies in a day or less.  Unfortunately, his gated neighborhood is not anywhere near a bus route. Shit. Guess it’s time to start over again. On the plus side, I think I found me a good site to set up camp. Well, goodnight world, and sleep tight. I’ll see you tomorrow.

When it all started

First of all, let me thank my boy Chris and his wife Jenn, as I am sitting on their couch right now typing this shit.  Very few people in my life that I can call true friends.  They are at the top of an extremely short list.

Well, let’s see.  I’ve been getting shitty hands dealt to me my entire life. Even my circumcision got botched.  It started early.  My parents divorced when I was 1 or 2, so I’ve never known them to be together.  Probably better that way.  The one thing I still can’t figure out to this day is why my dad fought for custody of me.  i wonder if my mom just didn’t want the responsibility and gave me up.  I remember when my dad first dating his new wife.  She was nice. I really liked her. Well, let’s jump to 2 to 3 years later when my little half brother was born. All the sudden, I’m not really a part of that family anymore.  Pops never says a word.  Just seems pissed off all the time.  Kinda like me now.

That’s when I said fuck this and left as soon as I could.  I was about 17 when I got my first place.  Shit was OK then.  I was working at Best Buy (a job i still regret leaving), had a cool roommate and coworkers.  I still remember when I told pops I was moving out. He didn’t say a single word. Never really did anyway.  Well, I got me a car finally, and got into a bad accident when some lady ran a red light. Broke my fuckin collarbone. There goes that job, apt., and car.  Guess I gotta move back home.  Fuck.  That lasted a week maybe two.  Never felt more unwelcome at a place in my whole life.  Time to go.  Welcome to your first homeless experience, T.

Here goes nothing….

Alright, here goes.  I’m pretty sure I’m not the first one to start a blog about this. After being on and off the street for 10-plus years, I figure it’s time to start keeping track of my life and share it with someone.  Read it or don’t. I don’t give a fuck. This is for no one else but me.