I am getting used to the routine. It goes a little something like this:

• Days I work:

  • Try to wake up around 7am to get ready to go eat breakfast at Samaritan House.
  • Catch a zipzone to SH and eat breakfast and catch a zipzone back to the hostel.
  • Play around on my phone, either a round of Wild Rift or Dead Cells or Legends of Runeterra for a couple hours.
  • Take a nap until it’s time to get a zipzone back to work.
  • Walk to the pickup and hope that I get Alfred or Ruth as a driver this time.
  • Usually, I woke up late so I get to work a little late.
  • Work and work and work. Time goes by relatively quickly still. 10pm never comes fast enough tho.
  • Catch the #1 down Hemphill to Berry and walk the rest of the way back to the hostel.
  • Climb into my bunk bed and strip to cool down.
  • Play a round of Wild Rift until I fall asleep.

• Days I don’t work:

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There is a spirit inhabiting the store I work at. It made itself known to me the first time I worked there. It doesn’t seem mean or feel threatening, it simply likes to knock shit down occasionally. It likes to make itself known.

Today, I was checking a customer out (both literally and figuratively, the fellow was FAF¹,) when a display by the door abruptly tumbled over sans physical contact. The ghost² once again seemed to feel the urge to be known by we other occupants. It was the largest display of selfhood from the haunt I have been privileged to experience to date. I wonder who it was trying to express itself to.. What did it want to say?

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Could it stop being a good day? I’m not used to this level. I’m not used to this level of blessed. Blessed is not a phrase I throw around lightly and easily. When someone responds to the question “how are you?” with “I’m blessed” or, even worse, “blessed and highly favored,” my initial reaction is to roll my eyes.

Not because I don’t believe them, but because I hold the belief that every being on this earth is blessed and highly favored.. Otherwise, they wouldn’t be here on this planet. We are all blessed just by our continued existence.

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Here’s another first in my life: I’m homeless. Literally and figuratively: homeless. I have no home, no room, no any-sort-of-shelter for myself. It’s Friday night now and this happened on Monday. Really, the happening happened over the course of the past half year or so. I allowed myself to become bitter and sullen and nasty. I treated the staff of where I lived like shit, and didn’t make any concessions towards improving myself any-more.

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Being significantly less sure that what is on my pants is poop is in fact the same as being significantly more sure that what is on my pants isn’t poop.

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Damn, Bro! Today has been crazy! I gotta get home and pray away all these demons!

Context: At the Dallas Convention Center, during the National Cheerleading Association’s Convention.

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I’m the lonely twin, the left hand
(If I pick it up when I know that it’s broken Do I put it back?)
I don’t want this isolation
(Or do I head out onto the lonesome trail)
See the state I’m in now?
(And let you down?)

[Outro]

If I pick it up when I know that it’s broken
Do I put it back?
Or do I head out onto the lonesome trail
And let you go?

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