Just an extremely quick update, so y’all know where my stories are coming from.
I met a dude. Dude took me camping and told me he loved me in more ways than one. The Universe conspired to bring Dude and I together. Months later, I lived with Dude for 4 days. He slapped me and I’ve been insane ever since.
The next 5 months have been spent in and out of mental institutions and homeless shelters. I bit. I pissed. I hissed. I clawed and roared my way through the fucked-up system. I fought for love and for all the crazy characters that I’ve met along the way.
I’ve seen it all. And I’m terrified to go back. It won’t me pretty. But I love my people.
Now, since I’ve been out, I’m in a hotel on the edge of town with Heath Ledger’s doppelganger. I meet cool people everyday n eat this town inside and out.
I spend my days joking around n dreaming, among other things. Said Dude doesn’t talk to me anymore but I write him everyday. Last I heard from Him was “I want to eat you.” I hung up before I heard the end.
I have many more amazing stories in the works about by trials n travels. Some are spiritual, some sexy, some excruciatingly sad, and some hilarious. It’s a smattering of life.
Until then, I’ll joke around so I don’t feel my pain. Then I’ll get to real writing.
I’m safe. I’m loved. But I’m lonely.