Well, it has been a long and harrowing time since I last posted. After many hints by my landlords i moved out of the little house in Steubenville and into a hotel (not realizing that in doing this I had made myself homeless). Many adventures ensued, including an overdose of aspirin which made me hallucinate and end up in the ER and lose my hotel room after which I got another room--I have been through many hotels because some were so horrible they were uninhabitable. Then there's the expense. But I'm not ready for a shelter yet, even though my entire family did not, as I expected them to, rise as one man to come to my homeless self's aid...
Then I ended up in the psych ward for some reason--I think I was frozen into a foetal position terrified at being all by myself (no relatives, heh!) in some room in Wheeling West Virginia--and I felt, for the first time, really, really, all alone in the world. As if everyone else and everything else in my past were wiped out. And I cried for days in grief.
When the social worker sat down across the table from me getting me ready to leave the psych ward and enter the wide world, she gave me agreat big grin and said,"What about a homeless shelter?" as if she were offering me s'mores. Anyway I got the hell out of there safe into the arms of another Inn. Ye Gods.
If any of my parsimonious relatives had either let me stay with them (to save up the money to get my own place) or lent me some scratch, this circus would not be ongoing, but I think I am being punished for having had a nervous breakdown (that's a big NO-NO in the Bell family--they like to keep their insanity barely hidden). Anyway, the place I am at is Pittsburgh, which, despite all this silliness, I really like and want to make a home in. Nice city, nice people.
So people, be warned, you might hear me knocking on your door one night--just get an imprint of my credit card and send me on my way.
