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Well, well, well, I'm at the library with no internet access. What's a homeless person to do? I'm not going to let it ruin my mood. There are plenty of other things to do that. Let me count the ways. I know Ive often gotten down on myself in my writings. It just sounds so interesting to me. Yeah, let's get down. Let's tear him limb from limb. Isn't that what you want? Isn't that what I learned at my daddy's knee?
So here I am. I feel so much better. Or do I? Do I care? Moving on. Let's not get boring here. I know. Let's talk about God. God? That's right, God. First of all I don't even know if God exists, and I got really bored even thinking about it about thirty years ago. But let's say God exists. It just works for me. I like to imagine things, and I can't stop myself from doing it. I've done it since I was little. Believing in God just works for me. It's something to think about. I think it's a good influence on me. I'm just now realizing the spiritual component of good mental health. Now, there are some things about believing in God that are not good. A good portion of the evil in the world is done in the name of God. Atheists are made by people who are really bad at convincing people to believe in God. Atheists weren't born atheists. They were made. Someone told them about God. Some how they got the wrong idea. I'm not saying that they're wrong. They might be right. Like I said, "I get bored talking about it." Anyway, people who are really bad at talking about God accomplish just opposite of what they intended.
So what am I? Am I trying to turn people on about God? Am I preaching? Am I getting a little full of myself? Does writing things down tend to do that to me? Being humble is not my strong suit. See? Believing in God helps me with that.
I just like thinking about it. If I think about it it's only natural that I write about it.

What am I doing here?

Well, Let's see here. I'm writing this on wordpad. I may not be able to it. Also I am doing this in my car for the first time. So that's a double whammy. I really don't know where to start. It's hard for me to tell what's important. There is always that gnawing feeling that you don't have your eye on the ball, and something is going sneak up behind you and bite you in the ass. Yeah, I've been manic. I've got the diminished checking account to prove it. What can I do but move on. I guess I'm struggling to establish priorities. What's important to me? What trips my trigger? I've been using my car too much. I need to walk more. I need to quit buying things - like coffee. What else do I need to do? Quitting smoking might be a start. Getting online banking would be good. Letting my insurance agent know my new address is on the list. Changing my address at the DMV and the Social Security administration would be up there. Then the is the VA. Also I need to apply for medi Cal. Gotta go eat. bye
I like to pretend what's going to happen. Then I have to go back over it like a psychiatrist and analyze what it says about me.

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Humboldt Homeless Handout: letter to Sacramento's "Street Roots"

Humboldt Homeless Handout: letter to Sacramento's "Street Roots": "Tuesday, February 22, 2011
letter to Sacramento's 'Street Roots'
I recently went to work here volunteering at the free dining facility on Third in Eureka. I have run across your paper looking for information on free camping for the homeless. The reason I'm writing is tha I had an idea We could get similar papers from other markets and open a homeless news stand. This would be a way to gain visibility for the homeless problem. And whoever is going to fight us on this and everything else because we all know ' You can't do anything for these people' might as well start here. There is a small square in the bohemian part of town where they offer carriage rides and during the day an attractive young lady sets upsome small tables of jewlry similar to the way they do it on Telegraph Avenue in Berkekey. We could set up a chair in the opposite corner. You never know till you try, and then you go from there. You guys are doing a great job. What you're is important. That which you do the least of you you do for a higher power. Keep the faith"

Living Arrangements

Yeah, it's hard to take those setbacks. I'm stronger than I think I am. I hate abandoning my room mate. It makes my guts twist every time I think of that place. I get my hopes up, and then they get dashed. Up and down, that's my life. Maybe I could beat up on myself for being so full of self pity. Hey, I had a blast. I never had to clean up a town before. Just because it didn't come to anything doesn't mean it wasn't fun. It was worth a try. Now I gotta move on. I have to choke down all that disappointment and keep on truckin'. It's just another day in paradise.

letter to Sacramento's "Street Roots"

I recently went to work here volunteering at the free dining facility on Third in Eureka. I have run across your paper looking for information on free camping for the homeless. We could get similar papers from other markets and open a homeless news stand. This would be a way to gain visibility for the homeless problem. And whoever is going to fight us on this and everything else because we all know " You can't do anything for these people" might as well start here. There is a small square in the bohemian part of town where they offer carriage rides and during the day an attractive young lady sets up some small tables of jewelry similar to the way they do it on Telegraph Avenue in Berkekey.

Word oricessing for fun and profit. All the content. I got it all right here in this bag. I'm sick with envy. Everything that I always wsanted belongs to someone else So here I am.Look at me. I'm somebody. I've been told otherwise. Poor me, por, por pitiful me. Where's my muse? Who thought this was going to be a good idea? It'd be nice if nthis would all turn out well like in afairy tale. Honey surgar babt's the end t'y. Personallyh I hate people. I just hate 'em. I guess I love them and hate them at the same time, big surprise. There are ;actually two sides to s particular issue. Do we see both sides now? I hate you. Don't leave me. Wonmen who love men who hate them. Why does the world keep on turning? Don't they know it ended the day you said good bye.
Joy and Sadness rule the world
Giving in to the powers that be that might be what they seem.

What next, superboy?
Where
s the magic cape? What's next on the agenda?

How about "The Humboldt Handout"