Homeless Journals

Outing #56: The Homeless is over 💀

It’s been about a month now, and though I’m starting to see how five separate rooms in a comfortable unit has it’s advantages, I’m also having to adapt to having only half the money I’ve had for the whole period I was without a home. I need cash in hand, undeclared work, if I want any chance of getting ahead.

Outing #55: The soulmate returns 🎻

I finally reunite with the love of my life, again, so it’s back to freezing my cock off outside homeless in a sleeping-bag for me, help Brian multiple times in attempting to eradicate the fleas or bedbugs or whatever they are that he’s too embarrassed to ask other residents for help with, and the battle over the piano continues..

Outing #54: Mmm 🎹

All sorts of shit happened this month, from end-of-lease cleaning Brian’s house to moving house with Mandy only to end it with her abruptly to return to a sleeping-bag on the ground outside and take-away crap for dinner. Busy month. Next month looks to be even busier still.

Outing #53: Forwards we go? 🍎

We’ve just been over to the new neighbours place, another young chick who has been abandoned by another badly matched male she shouldn’t have bred with, so she and her toddler are discovering the utopia of single parent living.

Outing #52: “Yes” 💕

Alrighty now .. gunna get on top of this shit today because everything’s shut so I’ll have nothing to distract me.

Outing #51: Winter is here..

I have my first home-cooked meal in six months, have to hand Rosa’s key back to her because of a few old bitches in the church itself and whatever else.

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Outing #50: Cometh, the birdman

Whatever you know, read it and find it. I’ve been off centre for weeks and need to go back to the rainforest. So far this week I’ve lost both my bank card and photo id and probably should care more than I do, but I’m feeling myself recentre so whatever 🙂

Outing #49: A roomful of lunatics

That’s who I had lunch with again, and that parrot is starting to smell pretty bad now. I’ll vomit in my mouth if I think about our interaction for the day much more. Parrot is *bad* now.

Outing #48: And another

I grow attached to a dead parrot that’s slowly decomposing, a cleaning of Junction 142 of junkie filth, no visit to the rainfirest in over two weeks now and an ever expanding collection of attractive female friends sees me finally not so nervous talking to beautiful women which was all I ever really needed to do to begin with,

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Outing #47: We knew there’d be another ..

As long as I don’t have a home I can go to for some kind of privacy, the outings will happen: surrounded by people all day while I’m in town, the rainforest is the most privacy I get, period.

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