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@bostonhomeless:

Got $25 so far, that’s couple pounds cold cuts. Let’s keep it going, making sandwiches to pass out today since all drop inns are closed (and all weekend)

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Chronic: A word that till now only held a street value to me. However now I find myself with a nifty new title; Chronically Homeless.
Hmm… ok, so maybe not the best milestone in life, but apparently not the worst either. It means that after a year of being homeless on paper, meaning having been in shelter system for one year, I now qualify to fit a wider range of criteria for my housing voucher.

So this “milestone” is a fine way to mark the occasion. However in true Gary style we have to bring more to the table, so it also marks the day that I was kicked out of the shelter!!
“What happened??” you ask? Well I’m going to stick with the short story for now, because when I write out the longer theories, I’m going to go for a few jugulars. So for now, quite simply…..
I was accused of misusing my medications, as well as slamming opiates by the fist full. So I went to emergency room to get all my med levels verified, as well as requested a drug test, in order to clear myself of the alligations. I went in pretty confident. Am I an angel? No, as I’ve stated to you, and stated to all the staff and workers I’ve dealt with along the way, that I like to smoke a little weed on occasion when stress level is off charts.
Well last month, actually OVER a month ago, I had a bad panic attack, someone handed me a joint, and I smoked it! That’s right America…. I inhaled that mother fucker! LOL And make ZERO apology for it.

So in my effort to clear my name of all the other hard drugs, I got tossed out for testing positive on a month old joint.

So there you go, a year in the shelter system, and out for weed during panic attack.
That being said I’m also having serious inner conflicts. I’m fucking DONE with Shelters. I can’t do the rules anymore. It’s not about wanting to break them, it’s about being a grown fucking man and not liking being told what the fuck I can and can’t do. So with that in mind, trying to extend my “New Age Hobo Experience” by serving my street time, but I aint gonna lie… I’m fucking tired, my feet hurt, and haven’t had a descent meal in days because I’m so busy trying to run around and get all agencies up to date on my no longer getting mail at shelter, and I don’t have cash on my T pass, so I’m only doing what I can walk to, within like 3 or 4 miles.

Hungry, tired, and cold.
For weed? After all I do? Go fuck yourselves! LOL

Love Always,
Gary

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Have to give some video love to my shelter today…. “Heading Home”.
Especially my case manager, he went out of his way to get us Red Sox tickets, and truth is i’ve been a bit of a Dick to him last couple months.
This mental healing process is much bigger process than i ever imagined, and seeing as how long it took for me to find right people to talk to, its been lots of frustration.
However now that I’m comfortable with both therapist and psychiatrist i’ve opened up, and holy shit dude, looking back now makes my Fucking head spin…. Literally

So i know an apology isn’t even what’s needed here, just me staying focused.
Sitting by back bay, coming from DTA once again, with still more papers needed from my new checking acct.
This combined with with me now just having a verification of acct pending, at $0.
Not even counting in the stamps they just gave me.
So have to come back here again somehow before meeting you tomorrow. THIS is why i curl up and hide from it at times… Its just… So…
Fucking Stupid! I hate having to try and explain this shit, it just works me up again! Lol

Anyway thanks for the tickets, and see you st the game

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