THE WRITER MUST EAT -> patreon.com/trn1ty <- | \ | | blah! |\ | `\|\ | the rantings and ravings |/ |(_|| | * of a depraved lunatic <^> 2023-10-03 everything sucks so fucking hard So. Roommates got evicted. Seeing the writing on the wall I packed my shit up and left. Now that my repack's done I am now comfortably contained in a backpack with strapped on sleeping bag and scooter on my shoulder. Where to go next, though, was complicated. 2023-09-26 I got out of work and went back to my roommates. They were squatting and for lack of space elsewhere I slept in the kitchen in my clothes and jacket next to the litter box. The cats kept staring at me. It smelled like shit and piss and the cats would paw at the litter to toss it on me. I got an hour of sleep and went to work early. 2023-09-27 I got out of work and scooted up the street to a Dollar Tree around which I scooted and found a nice clear area behind a railing next to a parking lot. At work I had debated leaving the scooter. It's weight and something else to carry. Eventually I just brought it though and it lay next to me in the brush. I laid out my sleeping bag, opened a book on my tablet, and silently and comfortably if a little bit chilly read Hulk comics until I heard a distant yell. You mother fuck! I looked up but I couldn't see the source. Get out of here! Perhaps it was voices. Perhaps it was a trick of the air. I laid back down. I was wearing all black and my bivy was green against the olive brush. They couldn't see me. I see you out there! If you're still there I'm going to fucking kill you! Night had by this time fallen. I sat up and got out my telescope. At work I had also considered leaving it behind. Two camoflouged cameras against the walls and two doors. The second one opened and then closed. I was visible and I had probably been made. I began to pack my stuff, quickly. Then the SUV arrived. Black, big, and it circled the parking lot like a cat about to pounce on me. It's at this point I strap my sleeping bag on halfway and with a glance at my former spot I got on my scooter and sped. It started following me. I scooted for a cliff, jumped off my scooter and jumped down onto the wet grass sliding to a stop. I took the time to strap the rest of my sleeping bag on and then from that ledge jumped down and scooted down a side street. Left. Right. Left. Right. Left onto Lisbon St and eventually I was back at work. [10:46 PM] trinity: outran an suv on a kick scooter [10:46 PM] trinity: i am so swag [11:03 PM] [..1]: i read that in your voice and it made me smile [11:05 PM] [..2]: gayass I was huffing and puffing and tuned my UV-5R to the county dispatch but there was nothing, city dispatch is encrypted and I don't wanna bother figuring it out so I assume whoever was after me was not police. 2023-03-06 post meta coital meta cigarette pixelated bodies having meta sex meta kids meta hacking both our meta eyes peeping meta Toms in the same meta lie <^> No rights reserved, all rights exercised, rights turned to lefts, left in this corner of the web.