i was on rikers island for a little bit. got sentenced to thirty days for petty larceny. i've been homeless for the last month or so.. well technically homeless for almost 2 years now because i was in shelters but my addiction (crack this time around. i'm a real winner right?) has brought me to such horrific lows that 24 hours Dunkin Donuts and train cars have been humble abode. It was right around a big snow storm and i stole some clothes to get extra layers and stay warm and it didn't go to plan.. anyhow, it was lonely and sad and miserable. no visits, no money on books to buy some commissary. friends and family are beyond tired of my shit. hopefully it'll be my last time (even though I've said that countless times).. but i got out at around 3 a.m. this morning and haven't gotten high since then, went dutifully to my program and caught up with some old friends (real friends.. not methadone cronies or old dope fiends).. so yeah, that's where I've been (if anyone even realized).
hopefully everyone has been doing better than ol' me.