I am about to embark on the grand adventure of being a homeless busker. For the past two years I have been living on life insurance money left to me by my brother who passed away in 2017. That money is about to run out. I tried living with my sister here recently to try and save what money I have and find a job but that was a disaster. I don't do employment well. I was trying to finish a sequel to my novel The Vampire Henry and I got 80,000 words in to it but I can't finish it. It doesn't matter anyways. Nothing I do artistically has ever made a dime. I am writing this little note from a friend's couch. Tomorrow there will be another friend's couch. And then who knows? I guess the aim here is to get to Key West where it is warm. Eventually. Anyway this is a new experience for me and frankly I am scared shitless. Well I wished it on myself with my stubborn refusal to run a cash register or put on a headset. Anyway, thanks for being around SG community. I have had some laughs here and seen some pretty girls. Now it is time to pay the piper. I probably won't have any time for this right now.
