So. She dumped me. Oh, it was amicable enough, I guess, but the downshot of this is that I am homeless again.
I’m doing okay. A few false starts (such as me spending two weeks off my head on various narcotics) might have gotten in the way at first, but I’m okay.
I’m in Brighton. I went to see Fran. He’s not doing well, although he thinks he’s doing just fine. You see, he’s gotten himself addicted to amphetamines, and he’s now emaciated to the point of concern.
But what can I do? He’s his own man. I’ve already told him how fucked up I think it is, but there’s nothing I can say that will make him listen. I think our decade-long friendship is just about at an end, and that saddens me more than you will ever know.
I’m not going to be updating much, since I no longer have an internet-capable device, and I don’t know where I’m going next. North, probably, but we’ll see.
I don’t think it even matters anyway.
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