So, here I am typing this, which must mean I'm still alive, and I really want to keep it that way, we'll shit.where to begin,
I am stuck in fucking indianna, Clark County so you know that fucking TV show called 60 days in?well been there done that, I've done the homeless thing here and I'm still homeless, the cool thing is that this family has adopted me as the older brother, meaning I'm older then the ladies twins which are 21, and she wants me to mentor them. So all bull shit aside, maybe God has me stuck here for a reason? I'm trying to teach them how to not get homeless and so far so good actually.
Things art great,but they are good.
I have a older brother that's dieing on a feeding tube that's back in alabama, and a father that's dieing in a nursing home in tenenesse. So the feelings that I'm feeling right now is..to somehow ignore the fact,that I'm about to lose a brother and a father, and try to get over it by helping others.
My stepdad is a pos and he doesn't want to help me get back home to see my brother, and my sister isn't answering her phone so I get find out which nursing home my dad is at and to go and see him.
I've laid in my bed thinking at night, wondering if I were to die right then and there then I would damn sure make sure that neither my mother nor sister know fucking shit about me passing away, I would leave it in writing that the local church that I've been going to on Sundays that they make a plot for me,and skater my remains in the Ohio river, where I can find the next town,the next city to help someone else at.
Tbh I didn't like fuck up bad enough for them to do me like this,the thing is my granddaddy left me and my sister a lot of money, and my father has a damp good life insurance plan on him,so my family is trying to keep me away from it.
Long story short, here I sit fucking babysitting someone else's kids,smoking rolled up crank cigarettes and drinking wine. Can life get much simplar?
Until next time.
Drew
I am stuck in fucking indianna, Clark County so you know that fucking TV show called 60 days in?well been there done that, I've done the homeless thing here and I'm still homeless, the cool thing is that this family has adopted me as the older brother, meaning I'm older then the ladies twins which are 21, and she wants me to mentor them. So all bull shit aside, maybe God has me stuck here for a reason? I'm trying to teach them how to not get homeless and so far so good actually.
Things art great,but they are good.
I have a older brother that's dieing on a feeding tube that's back in alabama, and a father that's dieing in a nursing home in tenenesse. So the feelings that I'm feeling right now is..to somehow ignore the fact,that I'm about to lose a brother and a father, and try to get over it by helping others.
My stepdad is a pos and he doesn't want to help me get back home to see my brother, and my sister isn't answering her phone so I get find out which nursing home my dad is at and to go and see him.
I've laid in my bed thinking at night, wondering if I were to die right then and there then I would damn sure make sure that neither my mother nor sister know fucking shit about me passing away, I would leave it in writing that the local church that I've been going to on Sundays that they make a plot for me,and skater my remains in the Ohio river, where I can find the next town,the next city to help someone else at.
Tbh I didn't like fuck up bad enough for them to do me like this,the thing is my granddaddy left me and my sister a lot of money, and my father has a damp good life insurance plan on him,so my family is trying to keep me away from it.
Long story short, here I sit fucking babysitting someone else's kids,smoking rolled up crank cigarettes and drinking wine. Can life get much simplar?
Until next time.
Drew