OF BIRTHDAYS, SHORT APARTMENTS AND NATURAL DISASTERS.....

Saturday the 27th of August I turned 30 in a beautiful way. Surrounded by friends I adore and copious amounts of alcohol. I had my party at the Mint (of course) and everyone I wanted to see came, for the most part. We drank, we sang, we had a good fuckin' time.

I was profoundly moved at the turn out and the love that seemed to flow in my direction all night. Could all that love be for me, the recovering drug addict who just a year before felt alone and lost....?

Guess so. Guess I'm not such a lost cause. In fact, I think I am loved.

Feeling kinda strange still...... I was offered an apartment in the building I'm currently living in. It's only $500 a month - utilities included- but it's short. Like, exact height short. If I stand up straight in the Kitchen my crown touches the ceiling. But it's cute enough, cheap enough and large enough (for the most part) to call home for a while and to save some cash.

(sigh)

America's fucked and the world is watching.

I thought I could chime in on this but..... at the moment I just don't want to.

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