Because I'm not allowed to ask for money anymore, though I must point out I haven't bought any drugs in close to a week...

So yeah, I'm unhoused again. I think. Pic is Ft. Rachel, which I just set up and at first it made me sad because the tarp looked trashy but I'm proud of the end result.

I need a fucking shower. I'm still paying my half of the rent for the basement I guess but I can't take a shower because of lice upstairs. I'm in SE, near the Lloyd Center, and I have no money to reload my Hop card so I'm stranded here until tomorrow morning when my employee charges at work reload.

I also need a change of clothes (small or medium t-shirt, "men's" size ~28 jeans ideally, 30 will probably do, small "men's" underwear, and holy fuck socks). A flannel button-down or hoodie would be nice. And a better jacket.

Be advised, I'm picky about style and I was picky about style even on the streets. Don't judge me.

I also need,

  • Blankets/bedding/a sleeping bag.
  • A lamp or two.
  • Another tarp.
  • Tactical gloves. *A machete and/or some other kind badass knife that can chop wood and chop skulls.
  • One of those cooler things so I can store perishable crap.
  • Plastic utensils/paper plates.
  • Totes for storage.
  • Feed me.

That's all I can think of at the moment anyways.

Thanks.

Rachel out.

P.S. I was hoping to get a badass 4 season USMC tent or something from Andy & Bax when I get paid next week. If you have a badass tent that will make look stupid please let me have it.

My friend and campmate who I'll call Ben has a sick camp, and a tent that doesn't even look like a tent inside. I'm coming after his ass.

  • c6cain6jih6d [she/her]
    14·
    4 years ago

    I had roommates who were manipulative/emotionally abusive. They pushed me to ask for money to register our van.

    I don't really care about the van. If we had lost our housing, they would have cashed me out for my half of what we put into it and kicked me to the curb. We had lived together in the van for nine months, and they decided they didn't want to live in such close quarters with me again. I have fond memories of the three of us in the van. Being housed has only made me miserable.

    So they kept putting off the registration shit. Then they basically arm-twisted me into the road trip. One of them had a really painful tooth ache or something and was really mean to me the entire time, while the other one said absolutely nothing and did absolutely nothing to make it better. It permanently damaged my relationship with them.

    At that point I regarded the money as my savings. It was continually being added to with my paychecks. And this was back when I was only doing a gram a week at most.

    They basically forced me to pay for expensive ass hotel rooms and shit. We were going to just camp in the van but they decided they wanted to stay at fucking hotels. Then they decided to extend the trip and drive to the Bay Area.

    There's a girl I'm hopelessly in love with who at the time lived on a farm in the Sierras. I wanted to go see her but we never stopped. I wanted to see a good friend of mine who lived in the Bay Area but they just wanted to take a picture of the Pride flag in the Castro and get a hotel room by SFO.

    I have no spine. That's my problem. I never meant to hurt anyone. I knew they would do this. They kept making me beg for money, and it hurt my reputation irreparably.

    And I was detoxing the entire trip, btw.

    But of course, you'll deny all of this. YOU KNOW NOTHING but just like a fucking chud you hear a lie and make it a hagiography.

    If I could I would give all the fucking money back. I once paid a friend's $50 drug debt to keep him safe. I'm going to keep paying my half of the rent even though I don't live there anymore, because I don't want my roommates to be homeless. And I would pay that money back even though it wasn't my fault, just because it might make you guys love me again.