Trying to Make a Home
Neither sweet, nor home

Everyone needs a home. Many are denied one. The MSB* once told me -- when he was still talking to me -- You're poor. You're not supposed to have anything. It seems that anything includes the most basic necessities of human life. I have been displaced four times, homeless twice. But still, I try to make a home for myself. Here is a journal of some of those efforts.

*The MSB is the Male Slimy Bastard (1925-2016), the abusive piece of shit the general public called my father. The world is a better place without him.

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