Wednesday, February 22, 2012

Back to the Street

Turns out that homeless shelter enforces their one week rule very strictly. They made me leave yesterday, even though my chest infection not only hasn't improved but has worsened. Those antibiotics did nothing for me and now I'm barely mobile with weakness and lethargy, can do little more than breath without my whole body being racked with coughs and wheezes and can't sleep due to feeling like someone is driving screws into my temples.

It's not really fair but there's little I can do about it. I no longer have the physical strength, let alone the money, to get out of this city. It's only because there are so many caf├ęs that don't require me to purchase things to use their Internet that I'm even still posting on this.

I think I might die here.


  1. Well fuck. Get your ass to a hospital. Don't give them your real name. They'll have to treat you, and if you don't give them your real name they can't bill you.

  2. Hahahahaha. Save me the trouble.

    1. And the 2012 Late to the Fucking Party Award goes to...