and knocked the fuck out. And we let down our guard for the 1st time in a month, or maybe 5 years, and a thief in the night, reached into all that we have left on earth & stole my Ghurka passport cover; my passport; my new Lexington Public Library card; my Hopelessness Center ID; my 5/3 debit card;
my Wellcare Medicaid card; an original Social Security card that it took me 10 fucking years to get from the fucknuts of SSA dot gov; & guess what this piece of shit did? He/She/It/They took my Food Stamp card out & placed it in the bottom of the bag. Then, they took about $1.50 in change, scooped
it up, and placed it on the foot of the bed, next to where I was sleeping. The *last* thing I did before I retired was take the change out of the pocket of the jeans we got from the Lexington Rescue Mission, & put it inside the bag. So that same change now was in a pile on the bed. So now we have
no ID whatsoever. Over at our cunt of a Mother Wanda's house in Idle Hour there is an original Birth Certificate & our expired Colorado DL, but she refuses to open the door & let me in her house, so that's not much help to me.
So we're waiting to hear from The Ridge & we have nowhere to sleep tonight & no food & no money to buy anything with. C'est la vie, che ci vuoi fare, life sucks then you die. We met w Kasi for therapy this a.m. at 8:00 a.m., & she sure ain't my pistol packing dirt bike riding eidetic memory having
Aries girl Tricia in Canon, but we showed up, then met with Stacey to see if she can get me into a 28-day rehab as a means to getting into some kind of stable housing because the systems the white man has made now are all fucking stupid & only serve the private white corporationpeople insurance cos.
& not the hoi polloi at all. Stacey let me go into the LRM's clothing closet & we got us a new-old Brooks Brothers red polo shirt & we spied a Brooks Brothers 17-33 blue button down & a pair of khaki shorts so we have something to change into, after we spend the night outside on the ground, &
maybe tomorrow Mr. James will do the dirty laundry or the Ridge will say I am sufficiently crazy & we go there this afternoon for August. August was also the month we lost in piss poor prison town Canon City in white supremacist Colorado after we were attacked, battered, & dragged, cuffed, naked,
& screaming, from the #ChoiceHotels #QualityInn 'cause the whites didn't like what I was saying about stupid fucking white people, alone in my domicile, while watching Ms. Joy Reid on the #msnbc, when we had tickets & hotels paid for for Dead & Company shows from Cleveland to Phoenix in 7 cities &
were forbidden from leaving the white run regressive tax avoidant paternalistic flyover fiefdom of fucked up water rights & useless land. Still looking for a piece of shit lawyer to file a civil suit there & we gotta eat & stay indoors 1st & have more urgent cares & the lawyers never sue their own.
Not having a dollar to buy anything, & not having a debit card to try & overdraw to force a purchase through, & not having a mother who is worth a shit, is an awful combo for me. So we walk back to the LRM & see what the Ridge has to say & see where we might lay our head tonight. We can't do the