...THERE'S ALWAYS HOPE... (I HOPE...) THERE'S ALWAYS HOPE... (I HOPE...) THERE'S ALWAYS HOPE... (I HOPE...) THERE'S ALWAYS HOPE...
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A Journal of Sorts
"now as I walk down the street
I need a job just to sleep in sheets
buying food every once in a while
but not enough to purchase a smile
a tank of gas is a treasure to me
I know now that nothing is free..."
~ Blink 182 ~
and while I've got so little to offer materially, at least I can still help out in other ways... last night Rasputin called cuz he hurt his foot on the job and so I'm over at his place cuz I'm gonna drive him into work for a couple of days... maybe pick him up as well, we shall see... depends on other rides and how his foot feels... this gives me some tangible evidence of worth, but it won't last if I don't find some income/work soon... am I really going to drop into the under $8 an hour range again?... and just a few weeks ago I was fielding calls from recruiters for jobs in the six figure range... but without the phone line and computer/fax set up, I blew my chances with the executive recruiters and have just a few entry level job leads left to follow... can we spell crushed by a false friend, boys and girls?...
I'm still in shock when push comes to shove, just wandering around wherever I might be welcome to lay my head down... not really wanting to believe that the cruelty of being thrown out on the street with whatever bags I could carry on a moments notice actually did happen again... trust is not a friend of mine these days...
I'm one of the homeless once again...
the homeless... see how languages impersonalizes life...
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