The latest iPhone upgrade made my iPhone unusable; I’ve misplaced my Apple Watch; I have few, really no friends I can just call up to go spend some time with, and if I did, my personal funds are in such disarray, there’s no guarantee I could pay my own way. I’ve become the "Millionaire Moocher”, the filthy rich guy who NEVER has any cash on him, and, as a result, always has to prevail on friends to pay his way, even though he has oodles in Trust. iHATE MY LIFE. I have to admit, when I rescued Jaime, she rescued me, giving me my sole reason for living, these days. Really, knowing I saved her, and got her through her nervous diahareah, is all that gives my life meaning, these days.
a blog that is also meant to serve as a recovery journal, for this gay, Quaker, writer dealing with t.b.i., from surviving a hate crime in Sligo, Ireland, on 1.31.99.