A horrible bald bastard recently did his level best to make my wife and I homeless. This after I filled out the online application that got his foot in the door so he could have a nice, cushy job at the hospital. Cooked his dinner. Washed his dishes. I tried to help him in every way I could think to help and the motherfucker decided that wasn't good enough because I have too much stuff. He didn't like seeing my stuff in his house. You may think there is more to this but there is not. Some people are just that asshole.
So far the wife and I have managed to stay head above homelessness. It has been hell, going from a friend's house to a hotel room inhabited by the dregs of society; crack heads, dealers, killers and swine of every type. Nobody gave us any static so I cannot bitch too much. We'd still be there if we'd have been able to afford the exorbitant $750.00 a month rent, but we just couldn't--a waitress and an up and coming writer do not make for wealthy partners. We don't have much but we do have friends and our hope for a brighter future. Sometimes that has to be enough.
Right now we are living with good people--my surrogate sister and her two kids, and her husband--a good-hearted, no-nonsense Canuck. I'd be lying if I did not admit the whole scenario has an inspiring sort of novelty of the type I can use, the sort that brings about great tales such as Steinbeck's The Grapes of Wrath. I would also be lying if I said I would not trade in that inspiration for a sense of security, the type of security I enjoyed while writing Polarity. Those were good days, relaxing and drinking and writing my ass off with stars in my eyes. But that is not the way things are. Instead, we live in a place full of raucous laughs and much alcohol, the joviality only marred by a sense of underlying paranoia that things could change for the worse at any given moment. Silent moments of a sort of group-prayer where all involved do not know the others pray as well but the energies join and maybe each one of us feels a little less of the existential terror threatening to throw the killswitch.
With all of this come to pass, I haven't given a good goddamn about world affairs, and I don't know when I will again. Chances are it will not be too far in the future. And I just signed another contract today...I think there will be more to come.
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