*Trigger warnings mental illness, nutrition, and homelessness, and domestic abuse* Well.... After 9 months of homelessness I've decided to throw in the towel. In about 6 hours I take a hotel shuttle to the airport of Sacramento. I'll be headed back to the beast coast and to the emotional abuse of my family. I found myself 153lbs at 6'3" and spent 3 weeks in a experimental mental health facility due to a raging infection of my nervous system. Was a weir, surreal, and sometimes amazing journey. I found myself with several street names. Red Dog. EnnWhy the Archbishop. The Artful Dodger. Baby Elliot. Nickola Tesla. To name a few. I mixed and matched to make my favorite. Sophie the Archbishop. I ordained two street priests. The only two I know of. My journey is not over, but I need to take some time to heal. I don't know if I'll ever come back to California. I was too gay (happy) for San Francisco, so I tried Oakland for a change. C1? Saw one. Touched the wrong thing a second time in Oakland and experienced fentanyl overdose. Speedballed and told a hour and a half or two hour long joke to myself to remember what knees were for. Williss Maryhouse a great deal. To all the angels who work there... Thank you from the bottom of my soul. I'll miss that 8:30am shower. Y'all put up with too much on the daily and never let it shake your smile too hard. <3 :*

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