I was just kicked out of a grift of a mental facility in PDX. There is nowhere for me to get any help at all except for the internet. I am alive against my will, and suppose it's only to tell this story. If that sounds like shitty ad copy, i suppose you haven't been listening.

Hell, even the last 30 day would make a great fucking book. Shit, start in Hollywood California and end up in PDX via OKC and an abusive as fuck family who wants to see me suffer or dead. Not going to happen. Damn it.

Shit, I guess we should blame the fuckhead at Hollywood and Vine Metro on 3/1120 who saved my life. Cause he owes me some money. Don't save a bum's life if you are willing to take responsibility for it. Told the asshole that too Then the LAPD too for throwing me pissoaked in jail

Hell, I only got out of the 5150 because I told the doctor My Vengance for being forced to live was to make the world a more beautiful place. Which is really hard to do on the brink of homelessness and nothing at all. And just hopelessness, it's just so fucking bleak right now.

The day I got out of that little gift of a mental facility was the day the quarantine started. And I was leaving USCLAC medical, it was weird. Getting back to and empty and closed Hollywood was even weirder. Everyone was gone, and everything was closed. I was homeless w/ nothing

I had no choice but to just walk around Hollywood for warmth. Bumped into a few people I knew who gave me a little something to stay up, eventually just curled up on Sunset and Cauhenga watching the @CNN ticker. Waiting for the sun to come up.

Out of boredom of seeing the same Trump fuckup over and over, because what else does the orange fucktard do, and finally learning what this COVID thing as and what the quarantine is and means for the homeless, I had no choice but to go back to my abusive family.

"We'll bring you back here, but don't expect anything. It's just going to be miserable. We won't help you. We don't know if you're going to live" is what they said.... So I went back to OKC and tried. The abuse remained the same if not worse. I got to PDX and away from them, but

the nightmare didn't end there. At all. Getting to PDX was just a new form of nightmare. My life is a fucking nightmare, that I'm being forced to live.