Last night I unearthed active black mold in the house from Hell, the home that once held so many dreams seems to be slipping from my grasp. Just another kick to my gut that would not listen when it screamed at me last summer "DO NOT DO THIS WOMAN"
Yet like a good addict I chose to ignore my voice of God, for fear I would never buy if I didn't buy THIS house, at THAT moment, in THIS neighborhood. Now I'm financially wrecked due to "He who shall not be named's" lack of ANY financial support of our son in the last four months.
This morning I awoke to a friend request from a guy named K.
K. is homeless on the streets of L.A. somehow with a laptop and a digital camera, but that's the suspicious addict in me rearing it's ugly head. I was homeless and none of the folks I new had either, but then this is OKC, not L.A. County.
Maybe even the homeless in Beverly Hills have more, but my gut says something just isn't right about the dudes story. If we DID know someone on the street with electronics equipment, they wouldn't have had it long.
Not if I'd had anything to say about it...that's all I'm sayin y'all. But reading his profile, which I will not link to since he may be a Journalist and need his story to hold.
Sad he doesn't realize true homeless people can and do get off the streets and work their way up to owning electronic equipment of their own.
Of course because their geniuses like myself they also buy adobe homes while residing in the midwest...the very damp midwest. Where they and their son successfully raise mold spore farms.
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