Friday, October 29, 2010

For The Record

graciously disseminated on April 27, 2009

I am homeless.
I am borderline insane.
I have no next of kin.
I get treated like a dirt bag by most people who do not have to interact with me.
You expect me to fix your problems that you created.
You use me, abuse me, say you need me but don't act like it.
You don't know me!
Explain!

P.S. If I could do it all over again I would have taken my cousin Ken up on his offer to stay with him during the Summer of 2006. I probably would have stayed there and BEEN HAPPY! Forget about Muhammad, Glowing Beads, waited for the Bible to change and live with PEOPLE THAT ARE FAMILY AND REALLY CARE ABOUT ME!

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