Strang3RXRMous3
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my name doesnt matter for a name is not given its earned. maybe one day i shall do so again. only then does it hold any truth....
i finally decided to go home after spending from march of last year on the streets of downtown tucson last year and finally made it to get to hop freight. got engaged left him came back... biggest mistake... i got into hardcore drinking and to be honest pill popping. started earning my wage with busking and then met up with someone that wanted to put my lyrics to music... i left.
found out about occupy tucson and i went to check it out. one chick saved me from getting any sicker than i was and the occupy movement took me in. from marching to protesting i started doing ok. then i relapsed. my best friend passed away along with a very special friend of mine. i started losing people left and right and i lost my grip that i thought was firm on sanity. i started drinking even more so.... and usually was found stumbling back and yet occupy tucson helped me through that too again. i got sicker started losing weight faster than usual. i still cant figure it out. then i met a man named tobin.
we ended up without thinking left for occupy phoenix. i loved the spirit that i saw... it gave me hope maybe i could find a way to heal. i was dying spiritually and physically. i lost so much grip on everything and i thought this was to be my stronghold that would keep me from falling further. so i came back to occupy phoenix. tobin and i both did. we stayed together for only 3-4 weeks then he went home. i relapsed again this time with pills. and drinking. i couldnt think at all.
i finally got ticketed for the first time for violation of urban camping and was sick with something worse than strep. i was beyond pissed. i was already infamous for harrassing them and calling them out the whole nine yards. none of them like me. so they got me for something. that should not be legit. oh well. i didnt care accidently lost my ticket and got a motorcycle ride back to a friends place went to sleep.
finally got better went home then came back to occupy phoenix. they were worse than when i had left. one canopy left. it sucked but i though it wont get worse. and it did.
finally a man name marty atencio had passed away in a jail cell in maricopa county we stood outside of st. joes and i ended up having a seizure got checked in found out i was 5 1/2 weeks and overloaded with drugs in my system. and quite a bit of intoxication. they told me i should stop. they didnt need to.
so i called the babys daddy (tobin) and he wont come back. thats alright with me. the guy i was with at the time had left me because i was prego. ended up having a relationship with someone name loco lizard and he left for a unity walk and i dumped him. for telling me to go "F" myself for almost getting into a knife fight to protect my friend. i knew i could get the job done and i did. almost got arrested and a sergeant with phoenix police department saved my a** from going to jail that night.
and so i went on and then mickey came into the picture and there was some jokes of the mickeymouse show and blah blah blah. petty. didnt care though. and that didnt work out. so i quit working with the occupy movement to just find myself. because all in truth i dont know.
i finally decided to go home after spending from march of last year on the streets of downtown tucson last year and finally made it to get to hop freight. got engaged left him came back... biggest mistake... i got into hardcore drinking and to be honest pill popping. started earning my wage with busking and then met up with someone that wanted to put my lyrics to music... i left.
found out about occupy tucson and i went to check it out. one chick saved me from getting any sicker than i was and the occupy movement took me in. from marching to protesting i started doing ok. then i relapsed. my best friend passed away along with a very special friend of mine. i started losing people left and right and i lost my grip that i thought was firm on sanity. i started drinking even more so.... and usually was found stumbling back and yet occupy tucson helped me through that too again. i got sicker started losing weight faster than usual. i still cant figure it out. then i met a man named tobin.
we ended up without thinking left for occupy phoenix. i loved the spirit that i saw... it gave me hope maybe i could find a way to heal. i was dying spiritually and physically. i lost so much grip on everything and i thought this was to be my stronghold that would keep me from falling further. so i came back to occupy phoenix. tobin and i both did. we stayed together for only 3-4 weeks then he went home. i relapsed again this time with pills. and drinking. i couldnt think at all.
i finally got ticketed for the first time for violation of urban camping and was sick with something worse than strep. i was beyond pissed. i was already infamous for harrassing them and calling them out the whole nine yards. none of them like me. so they got me for something. that should not be legit. oh well. i didnt care accidently lost my ticket and got a motorcycle ride back to a friends place went to sleep.
finally got better went home then came back to occupy phoenix. they were worse than when i had left. one canopy left. it sucked but i though it wont get worse. and it did.
finally a man name marty atencio had passed away in a jail cell in maricopa county we stood outside of st. joes and i ended up having a seizure got checked in found out i was 5 1/2 weeks and overloaded with drugs in my system. and quite a bit of intoxication. they told me i should stop. they didnt need to.
so i called the babys daddy (tobin) and he wont come back. thats alright with me. the guy i was with at the time had left me because i was prego. ended up having a relationship with someone name loco lizard and he left for a unity walk and i dumped him. for telling me to go "F" myself for almost getting into a knife fight to protect my friend. i knew i could get the job done and i did. almost got arrested and a sergeant with phoenix police department saved my a** from going to jail that night.
and so i went on and then mickey came into the picture and there was some jokes of the mickeymouse show and blah blah blah. petty. didnt care though. and that didnt work out. so i quit working with the occupy movement to just find myself. because all in truth i dont know.
