trenchmouth

June 29th would be my dead sister's 35th birthday. The 10th anniversary of her murder will be September 18th of this year.

July 6th will make one full year of homelessly living out of bags.

Since my return to louEVIL February 17th of this year, I have applied to over 200 places for employment. Rare oddjobs trickle in bits of cash, but I am owed and owed and owed. I have no money and no food and no bourbon and no cigarettes. This life has been shite. I have nothing but pained memories and not a fucking thing in the world to look forward to.

I want to kick babies and puppies and say mean things aloud in crowded public places.