Home[less] Alone: Breathing, broke and hopeless: I made it through another weekend. It’s Monday and I’m still breathing. Reluctantly, but breathing. Last night was a headache and a body ach…(more)

Home[less] Alone: I was thinking … again: I wrote this last Friday, but didn‘t publish it for some reason. Probably just a little too depressing.

I was thinking…(more)

Home[less] Alone: Waxing Nostalgic: My step-mother. She’s religious. Over-the-top religious. Yet, despite her Christianity, she was the one who wouldn’t allow my father to have…

Home[less] Alone: The end of April: Chéz Tortorella had company last night. The seemingly ever-present ants and a mother duck. Ants are like a bad party guest. You know the type…

Home[less] Alone: Sitting on the concrete: When I got off work from my freelance gig, the guy who drive me to and from the sub shop deposited me at the shopping center. I had nothin…