I’ve been having a reoccurring dream. I look like a zombie, all scarred up and bug-eyed. I am standing up, stuck between two large metal plates. The plates come together quickly and squish me like a bug. Then I think to myself, “well, I no longer exist.”
Short Post – Homeless in San Diego
A new guy has moved into one of the bunks next to mine. He is obviously schizophrenic, and angry. I wouldn’t be surprised if he ended up killing several of us during the night, while we sleep. Keep tuned in for updates.