WTF!

Getting angry seems to be taboo these days. People that get angry seem to be always wrong and people that are calm and loquacious are always right. I mean why would you yell about getting sexually assaulted and why would you be mad at the affable guy that did that. It makes no sense, so next time you wake up on the ground when your homeless and some dude is laying on top of you like you were a mattress just remember that you are in sunny San Diego and smile about it while you are trying to figure out WTF is going on right now. For the record my pants were still on but my sleeping bag was 20 feet away and the the thing I used for a pillow, was removed from my head. The good thing is that it all just seems like a dream to me now. So remember that if you are the one yelling, you’re wrong and it’s your fault.

To be perfectly honest, I was in and out of consciousness, did it happen, there is no doubt. After that I used to try and sleep on the sides of rocky hill sides hoping that they trip and impale their dicks on a cactus instead of trying to impale them in me while I was asleep and for the life of me couldn’t wake up, but that’s life. No it isn’t, it really isn’t, that prison life but without the prison. I couldn’t for the life of me understand how these people were always able to find me. I changed spots often and I would sleep next to freeways with a crap load of brush. Never be homeless and if you are going to be homeless, then be homeless in the middle of the Sahara.

I did go to the emergency room and a proctologist to make sure that nothing happened, and they said everything was alright and then gave me a thumbs up, which these days really doesn’t reassure me too much.

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