
Homeless: Saturday. May 11, 2019.
If I am living end soup kitchen. I thought about Tidus tonight. It felt like Fred crawled into the bed next to me and was sending weird ideas into my head. I could not stop hearing words beneath the snores, and then some macho dickwad came and lulled me into resignation about needing a man […] Homeless: Saturday. May 11, 2019. Continue reading Homeless: Saturday. May 11, 2019.