I’m sorry I haven’t been checking in more. I don’t want to
be one of those people who only writes when there’s something bad going on.
And, when this is all over, when there’s a cure for
Ratfanger’s Disease that doesn’t involve harvesting my tissue and “#EatADick”
is no longer trending in social media, I want to be able to read all this and
remember life for what it was and not only the misery I seem to always be
writing here.
Life has actually been pretty good and I need to take the
time to recognize that. I bought a notepad and when I find myself stressed out
about stuff, I try to write what I want to be believe and focus on that. I don’t
know if you’ve seen my sloppy penmanship on Twitter, but I try sharing those
thoughts as much as I can. I figure if I can come out on top of all this with a
better attitude than I used to have, maybe I can help other people stay
positive when their lives get rough.
That way it will all be worthwhile.
So, one thing I’ve found is that since all this homelessness
stuff, since saving all the money from work for getting a new place to live, I’ve
lost some weight. That and the fact that I completely changed my hairstyle
seems to keep people from recognizing me as much. I don’t have to walk with my
head down when I’m in public. When I go out I don’t feel the need to hide my
face. It’s been really nice.
Since that morning crawling back onto the beach, I’ve cut
back on drinking. Admittedly I still go out, but it’s just to be social.
Spending every night in the Bronco on the burned out remains of my backseat can
be a little tiresome. People seem to like me when I go out. It’s been a while
since I felt that way.
It doesn’t feel fake, either, even though I’m not really
being completely honest about who I am. I feel more like myself than I have in
years.
Work is good, probably part of the reason I’ve lost weight
and look a bit different than I used to. It involves a lot of heavy lifting. They
still call me “Pepe” which apparently stems from Charlie talking me up to my
boss and tell him I’m very “peppy”. But on brake I get to hang around the
museum and relax outside. Charlie and I have lunch every once in a while in her
office. She’s been a tremendously good friend to me. After Trevor and “Rebecca”…
It just feels good to trust someone.
Mostly we sit in her office and she plans her wedding. Her fiancée
lives up North so after work I’ll run errands with her. Wedding planning is…
tedious, by most standards. But when you’ve been living alone in your car for
months, when your only other friends are the people in your DUI classes or in
your mandatory community service, going from bakery to bakery and trying cake
is actually pretty nice.
In fact, there’s one in Lemon Grove, and they give you a
whole slice of the cake and coffee and on your year anniversary, they give you
a layer of your cake for free. They were really nice. If you’re getting
married, and you’re probably not if you’re reading this, you should go there.
No judgment on the “if you’re reading this” part. No one who
reaches out to me or DM’s me ever seems to be over 14.
On the plus side:
There are a lot of people calling me “faggot” in Twitter DM’s.
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