...I've pretty much written off going to SF anymore. It's far away, hard to get to, my living circumstances make hanging around there hard - Now that I'm a gimp/crip - the later part especially - - Any" cool things " in SF would likely be difficult to enjoy, even if there's much that appeals to me anymore ' and that I can afford .
I' e slowly built up the ability to get mail, have a bank account, am moving toward getting a storage space - I should throw all that out the window and start all over again in Heyward - with a board-and-care home situation that would likely be even LESS co-operative with me trying to build up infrastructure than the rehab.place was? The story of my f*****g life, people endlessly have
some great this-moment jdea for what I'm supposed to do and yelling " Go, go, go! Now, now, now! " like Lucy screaming at Linus of Charlie Brown, make g them flip in the air - Never allowed good stability, rushed from place to place like a medevial peasant. Always " It's our policy, you just can't do it "!
It's the con emotional wisdom that SF has been dot-commed/so
cialmedia'd/tech bro'd to death now, anyway .
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Renal kidney failure, congestive heart failure, COPD. Can't really get up from a floor position unhelped anymore:-(.
One of the walking wounded ~ SMASHED DOWN by life and age, now prevented from even expressing myself! SOB.
" Oh, no! First you have to PROVE you deserve to go away to college! " ~ My mother, 1978 (the heyday of Andy Gibb and Player). I would still like to go.
My life destroyed by Thorazine and Mellaril - and rape - and the Psychiatric/Industrial Complex. SOB:-(! !! !! !! !! !! !! !! !! !!