In lieu of creatively writing the crap out of my IRL adventures, I'll just keep this simple.
The day before yesterday, I had another falling out with both my parents, all because I was having absolutely no luck panhandling at gas stations, not that I even wanted to in the first place, of course. My stepfather (read: the one I refer to as "Charles") was having one of his World Famous Days of Absolute Pure Bleeping Craziness, and my mother, bless her heart, she was so exasperated from it all... I just decided I couldn't take it anymore, so I kept walking. Eventually I ended up at Waffle House, where a very kind man bought me a meal there, and even went back to the ATM across the street, came back and handed me $100...
.....JUST enough to cover a single night in the KOA Kampground. I only had enough money for their smallest cabins, but it was fine just for a night. The lady working the counter there was so sweet as well; they didn't take cash payments, only card payments, but after she heard about my situation, she agreed to charge the night's stay to her own credit card! Just so I could have somewhere warm that night. I had to check out early this morning, but once again, as I was walking I eventually ended up sitting at a Publix, and after a brief chat with an employee, something absolutely blessed happened: he and three other employees working there all came together and paid for a room at Holiday Inn Express for me! Again, it's only for tonight, but it's colder than Jack Frost's armpits where I am, and it was raining/sleeting to boot, and I don't know about you guys but I hear Pneumonia is not a comfortable way to die, and I'd rather not, so... praisethelordamen and all that. (No, seriously, I do honestly feel blessed by God, I'm just exhausted.)
So yes, I'm alive, and slowly but surely my faith is trickling back.
You know, if I'm being brutally honest with myself, all this I'm going through each day would make for a... really, really interesting text adventure. I think my old Z-Machine is laying around somewhere...
The day before yesterday, I had another falling out with both my parents, all because I was having absolutely no luck panhandling at gas stations, not that I even wanted to in the first place, of course. My stepfather (read: the one I refer to as "Charles") was having one of his World Famous Days of Absolute Pure Bleeping Craziness, and my mother, bless her heart, she was so exasperated from it all... I just decided I couldn't take it anymore, so I kept walking. Eventually I ended up at Waffle House, where a very kind man bought me a meal there, and even went back to the ATM across the street, came back and handed me $100...
.....JUST enough to cover a single night in the KOA Kampground. I only had enough money for their smallest cabins, but it was fine just for a night. The lady working the counter there was so sweet as well; they didn't take cash payments, only card payments, but after she heard about my situation, she agreed to charge the night's stay to her own credit card! Just so I could have somewhere warm that night. I had to check out early this morning, but once again, as I was walking I eventually ended up sitting at a Publix, and after a brief chat with an employee, something absolutely blessed happened: he and three other employees working there all came together and paid for a room at Holiday Inn Express for me! Again, it's only for tonight, but it's colder than Jack Frost's armpits where I am, and it was raining/sleeting to boot, and I don't know about you guys but I hear Pneumonia is not a comfortable way to die, and I'd rather not, so... praisethelordamen and all that. (No, seriously, I do honestly feel blessed by God, I'm just exhausted.)
So yes, I'm alive, and slowly but surely my faith is trickling back.
You know, if I'm being brutally honest with myself, all this I'm going through each day would make for a... really, really interesting text adventure. I think my old Z-Machine is laying around somewhere...
