I’m homeless, and I’m trying to get my life back together (trying to get the wherewithal to call the DMV about the ID they were supposed to send me, trying to get the wherewithal to call this detox center) but there are a lot of days where I’m like “Fuck it” because I’m chronically starving and probably going to die before this time next year. I’ve actually been starting to eat better, and I have this insane theory that maybe I won’t be depressed if I eat at least 2,000 calories a day. Unfortunately, testing that theory cost me the heart of my neighborhood New Seasons, which I stole a bunch of shit from yesterday.

I also want to buy a fresh change of clothes so I can take a shower. I like being able to dress nice. I used to get complements about my fit all the time before I just completely let myself go.

And I’m fucking sad rn. You’d think, being a drug addict (I’m not scamming you to buy drugs), that would be my escape but no, it’s shopping and throwing money at the wall. One time I booked an Uber because I had to take a shit at 1AM and the nearest unlocked porta-potty was too far away to walk but I’m not gonna spend your money on dumb shit. I’m going to buy a burrito, some fresh clothes, and some supplies. I’m going to kick a small “transaction fee” to the person who owns the CashApp account I’ve been having you guys send to, $ThePenitent, because they barely make enough for groceries after rent, and they have a kid.

(One time, when I was making bank panhandling to college kids in a city I’ve since left behind, a friend with a house and a job asked to borrow $20. I felt like a fucking gangster.)

If you want, I’ll be happy to send images of receipts as proof I’m not spending your money on drugs. If you DM me your concerns, I will keep it all confidential.

I might do like an AMA in return.

Also, my friend’s PayPal is http://paypal.me/lizo9.

Thanks.

Also in return, here’s a picture of my best friend, Creamsicle, and this neighborhood cat I’ve been befriending, whose name I just found out, is Gregory:

Last night I was like “Who the fuck names a cat Gregory” but looking at him now, yeah, I see it.