i got accused of stealing some old woman's bag. and almost every store wants me gone because 1: dont carry money on me. 2: they think im going to rob them with a glass bottle.

yes, its so bad out here the female cashiers cower in fear of me having a glass bottle in their store.

i just want water. i'd rather starve then steal. in fact i almost did starve.

it takes a hell of a lot to make me mad. you either have to be violent. or accuse me of being a thief/robber.

i protect people from them. not the other way around.

oh well, i had food today. im happy.

i worked for it unlike these fucking tweakers.

i miss my drawing tablet...

there was a dog on the loose and so i accompanied a lady down the road. i didn't want her getting bit. she gave me to cigs. i gave one to an acquaintance.