Fleeing the Plantation

[D.evastatia]

A man named John who lives near the park gave me a bean bag sofa just now. It's like floating around in a rubber raft on dry land.

I'm avoiding other homeless people altogether today, and possibly into the foreseeable future. Everyone is pissy as hell these days. I took Chocolate out to Joe's this morning, and had planned to stay there awhile, but a busload of assholes arrived just before they opened and dispelled that notion. I went and got a couple of sushi rolls and came to the park.

I got ahold of an old friend of mine, Squeaky, yesterday. We'll probably be hanging out soon.