Had a friend mention GFY yesterday. It's almost 4:00am and too cold for me to sleep. I hobbled my broke as out of the gutter and stumbled into a 24hr Internet cafe hoping to score some Methadone, a free cup of joe and a 2 day old donut from the Dungeons & Dragons geek that works the graveyard shift.
Turns out somebody left their pre-paid Internet access card behind so I now find my pitiful self perusing said message board where I happened upon this mildly entertaining thread amongst the plethora of sewage that GFY has to offer. This place has become almost as bad as the garbage dumpster I camped out in this past Summer.
Too bad the warmer weather is fading. I'll either have to hop a rail car headed South outta Detroit for a warmer climate or I'll end up in another crappy highway offramp group tent camp where I'll again be forced to survive on more street rodents and cuddle with my fellow homeless or piss myself in order to keep warm.
On the bright side, my heroine addiction has been a blessing in disguise. I've lost a ton of weight and sold everything I once owned just to get that next fix. These days I have far less stress since I literally have nothing No responsibilities, no bills and not too many worries other than why my face itches after the rim job I gave to Rufus last month.
I'm glad to read that you're doing well for yourself these days SOS. It's also slightly uplifting to know that you actually still think about me and the times we once shared.
Kisses!
