such a dearth of help in the bloody Kaintuck, & now it's ever so quickly drying up to a trickle. So we lost our phone the other night when we slept on the sidewalk someplace downtown until around 3:00 a.m. & then shlepped back to the Hopelessness Center and fell down onto the floor on their dirty
plastic mats. I find the place intolerable so we're gonna go to a rehab we don't need, just so that we can buy 28 days of freedom away from that fucking place. Life was already stupidly hard & comically ridiculous enough, what with gay boy gun nut Peter Thiel's 2-factor authentication horseshit
everywhere you turn, but now we don't have to worry about charging a phone or keeping up with it. I've long said that I want to return to 1994, when cellphones were $1,500 Motorola bricks & mostly didn't exist, & we read 7 books at a time, while we drank free coffee at Missy's Pies on Woodland,
where we pulled many a young lass away from her baking or waiting on tables next door at Ramsey's, & down the hill to 280 E. High w our wrought iron balcony & 3 room studio painted Mondrian red, blue, & yellow, for hours of sexual body shenanigans. 4 minute warning. Computer gonna time out my 1 hr'