Tag Archives: Dad

Acclimation

Before mak­ing my way into #104 on Mon­day, the 16th, I spent the major­ity of Home­less Week™ at Casa de los Assaultreys. My cats spent that time at my par­ents’ place. I have two cats. Their names are Sgt Pep­per and Billy Shears. While there was a decided improve­ment in their demeanor from the day I left them until

Gambles

As of today — tech­ni­cally yes­ter­day — I offi­cially have a new apart­ment. The lease has been signed, the deposit paid, and the keys are in my pos­ses­sion. I’ll be mak­ing the move to #104, Pueblo Pleasar, on Mon­day. I’m sur­pris­ingly look­ing for­ward to mov­ing into Hol­ly­wood. I had orig­i­nally hoped to stay in the Down­town area, notably Lit­tle Tokyo, but

Syrup

The walk through Down­town Los Ange­les from Syrup Desserts to Unit #312 felt a bit like a death march. It’s not that I’ve ever taken one, mind you. Still, I imag­ine the feel­ing of uncer­tainty — the feel­ing of an impend­ing end — could draw some par­al­lels. Begin­ning tomor­row, for all intents and pur­poses, I will be home­less. I have the sup­port of