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.