January, 2018

Bird is the word.

Today I went to work, threatened my employer with legal action, started smoking cannabis right outside the library on the steps, got saved for another few days with $50 from my Mother and fed a gorgeous pigeon. You?

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I’ve given two weeks notice.

That’s right: the women’s gone, the fucking cabin’s been sold out from under me by the landlords and now that bitch of a supervisor won’t let me shower at the TAFE so fuck the job too.

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Day 10 and back to nothing

Another shirtless day yesterday and today if it gets a bit warmer. Still sleeping outside, no money at all and no food other than crackers. Think I give a shit? Think it makes me any less awesome? Nope. Well maybe a tiny bit, but only temporarily.

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Still homeless, but nicely tanned

Several women now including two ex’s have repeatedly told me I’m too thin, that I need to gain weight. What do you think? Have a look at these photos I took yesterday and judge for yourselves.

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7th night straight on the street

..but I have eaten like a fuckn pig for the past 48 hours: hamburgers and chips, sausages, custard, ice-cream, and a slew of snack foods all packed with calories.

Oh poor baaaby!!

I saved a baby pigeon about an hour ago. I know, right, how fuckin hippie am I? I’ll check-in later and see if he’s alright. I also admire a victorian-era building long considered the jewel on the crown of Katoomba – the hotel I was conceived in – and begin adapting to being homeless.

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Outing #43: Back to the bush

Thanks to the women at the pharmacy, I’ve got a tin of shortbread biscuits to stop me eating moths for tonight, and thank you Michele – best ex I’ve ever had.

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