Fucking homeless. Blah, blah blah. Trying to get into treatment not based on praying. Which seems to cost about $25,000 a month. Still drinking because it makes me less miserable. When I spend my last $10 and jump off a roof because fuck it you can dissect my mistakes condescendingly. Get on your high horse about it until you try it.
I may have found all my belongings I lost though. It's amazing how food or a bed or finding something is like mana from heaven after you sleep behind an industrial air pump.
Appreciate your bed. Appreciate your wife or girlfriend. Appreciate having cups in the cupboard . These three sentences are the only ones I know have any rhetorical weight in all this bullshit.