These are true.
I wrote to ira glass. i'm fairly certain i used too many swears and i'm not sure it really even made since. i remember describing my first hospital visit. how that one dude fucking stabbed me in the ass with a syringe just to make me shut up. etc. etc. etc.
I wrote to Faye Reagan. She is a porn star. I can't really remember what i said, but trust me. hilarious. Just looked familiar. I hope someone at least laughed. ridiculous.
I wrote to Ira about it and cleaned it up a bit. hahaha no really i'm serious. then i filled out a form for an internship, including a sporadic bit of strange gibberish. A few days later i was on the street.
First the party. me disinterested and acting anti-social. me being rude and going home with my former family. I really did sleep that night. but by then it was too late. After the fight I caught a bus ride from a friendly driver, but for some reason got off in downtown seattle. Not really sure why. Most is pretty hazzy. Little food. Caught sleep wherever i could. Maybe i just needed to be alone with my thoughts.
There's a place down by the water where at night people sleep on benches surrounded by blanket tents. I walked the length of downtown including parks, several businesses that were either revolted or generally kind. Remember Aurora Ave. I guess i cashed in my bus karma. I had breakfast at a church and skipped the sermon. Somehow found clothes. At one point had boots. Went down a giant hill. It's interesting how downtown is arranged. For a while I thought I was on some kind of rock at the top of a great battle.
Small interactions with different people. Somehow proved I am William Byerly at a Chase bank. I bought flip flops, small donuts, and something to drink. maybe smokes. It's kind of hazy. Two different dudes preached the word for a minute or two. One man made a comment about a battle between two moms. One man rolled me a joint. Two different guys shared a bowl. One after I half hardily walked into someone's house. Serious, just walked in. He walked out side and smoked a bowl.
Many places require you to navigate sprinkler systems while you sleep. I wrapped up and slept about two hours with a shirt around my knees for warmth. Wandered. Bummed Smokes. Wandered. Rode buses. Fell down a hill and fractured my arm. Ended up at a lawyers office somehow. I think people thought I was in trouble with the law. Applied for help finding housing. Got help getting to hospital. Got lost. Bathed somewhere. Ended up shoeless because for some reason I kept taking off my shoes and walking around. I kept thinking I would get picked up so I kept taking of my shoes. Talked to Birds. Walked More. Cut up and scared my feet. Went to hospital and then for some reason left after creeping fellow patients out. Next night endless walking. Found a bunch of clothes and put them all on. bummed smokes and talked to random people. Got lost and then looked for homeless shelter. Really fucked my feet up. Couldn't move. Someone called an ambulance. Got help and ended up in the looney bin. out and done.
I wrote to Faye Reagan. She is a porn star. I can't really remember what i said, but trust me. hilarious. Just looked familiar. I hope someone at least laughed. ridiculous.
I wrote to Ira about it and cleaned it up a bit. hahaha no really i'm serious. then i filled out a form for an internship, including a sporadic bit of strange gibberish. A few days later i was on the street.
First the party. me disinterested and acting anti-social. me being rude and going home with my former family. I really did sleep that night. but by then it was too late. After the fight I caught a bus ride from a friendly driver, but for some reason got off in downtown seattle. Not really sure why. Most is pretty hazzy. Little food. Caught sleep wherever i could. Maybe i just needed to be alone with my thoughts.
There's a place down by the water where at night people sleep on benches surrounded by blanket tents. I walked the length of downtown including parks, several businesses that were either revolted or generally kind. Remember Aurora Ave. I guess i cashed in my bus karma. I had breakfast at a church and skipped the sermon. Somehow found clothes. At one point had boots. Went down a giant hill. It's interesting how downtown is arranged. For a while I thought I was on some kind of rock at the top of a great battle.
Small interactions with different people. Somehow proved I am William Byerly at a Chase bank. I bought flip flops, small donuts, and something to drink. maybe smokes. It's kind of hazy. Two different dudes preached the word for a minute or two. One man made a comment about a battle between two moms. One man rolled me a joint. Two different guys shared a bowl. One after I half hardily walked into someone's house. Serious, just walked in. He walked out side and smoked a bowl.
Many places require you to navigate sprinkler systems while you sleep. I wrapped up and slept about two hours with a shirt around my knees for warmth. Wandered. Bummed Smokes. Wandered. Rode buses. Fell down a hill and fractured my arm. Ended up at a lawyers office somehow. I think people thought I was in trouble with the law. Applied for help finding housing. Got help getting to hospital. Got lost. Bathed somewhere. Ended up shoeless because for some reason I kept taking off my shoes and walking around. I kept thinking I would get picked up so I kept taking of my shoes. Talked to Birds. Walked More. Cut up and scared my feet. Went to hospital and then for some reason left after creeping fellow patients out. Next night endless walking. Found a bunch of clothes and put them all on. bummed smokes and talked to random people. Got lost and then looked for homeless shelter. Really fucked my feet up. Couldn't move. Someone called an ambulance. Got help and ended up in the looney bin. out and done.