The place has been crowded with tourists, (like these two on the left, along the Amalfi Coast.) The guy at the tobacco shop said that it was because the holidays fell in a certain way, so that they encompassed two weekends. He said that the bottom was to fall out and that it would die out today.
Yesterday, I parted ways with Karrie, or so I thought.
Karrie Wrecks Our "Home."
She was up at 5am. drinking liquor. She gathered wood, made the fire, bathed, did the dished, and then ate "everything in front of me." Karrie has gained 25 pounds since we got out of jail together, and would not be recognizable by the photos which I post, which depict her as a 13 year old, commensurate with her mentality, according to many.
My food card balance has dropped 300 bucks, as her weight has risen. She acts like a married woman, who's husband is fine with her letting herself "go," so that she will not be a temptation to other men. (just to play Doctor Phil for a second...)
Then, claiming "I'm sleepy," she went into the tent and disappeared into the 3 sleeping bags and the two sheets, which were still arranged there from the previous night. She then wet the bed, profusely, on the coldest day of the year, perhaps.
She was angry at me, and asked me why I hadn't woken her up and asked her if she needed to pee (I should have thought of that.) I don't want this to continue, and I am looking for ways to move on, without any sobbing like a child, nor any guilt trips on my part...
The forecast was for the coldest night, perhaps of the year; temperatures down to 27 degrees. All of our bedding's were soaked and dripping, and not with just water. It takes two big washers, soap, and dryers to remedy a situation like that. I had planned upon listening to football on my radio, drinking some beer and having an enjoyable Sunday. Now, I was faced with spending all of that money on laundry, that I had just washed 2 days prior.
I told her that I was not going to do the laundry, and that I would go and sleep at St. Francis House, as humiliating as that would be. She told me that, if I wasn't going to be out there, then she would find another place to sleep, I said that she could panhandle the money to do the laundry, and then to do it. I had a feeling that if she panhandled the money for the laundry, which is about the same amount for a fifth of liquor, the laundry would still be sitting there, stiff with frozen urine.
I left her and went into town to try to play, but the cold made it impossible because I couldn't feel my fingers.
Out Of Here
I ran into the One Man Band, Joe, and he told me that he was leaving town in a couple days in his van, and that he would take me with him. That is a viable option right now.
I decided to fore go St. Francis House and use my own means to survive. I went and got plastic milk crates from behind the supermarket and built a roaring fire with their petroleum based constituents. I hung all of the bedding's which weren't wet by her around the fire and dried them. Then, she showed up and I took her in and we slept comfortably under a heavy quilt which I had taken two hours to dry. I felt it would be cruel to send her away on a sub-freezing night. I knew it was cruel to myself to have gotten in this predicament. I chose the lesser of the two cruelties.
Adventure
Even as I sit here now, time wastes and I am not getting any richer.
My blog has been mostly about my relationship with Karrie lately, and I have lost a lot of my "readership," -no surprise there. Maybe being on the road and going to the next place, that The One Man Band has found to be promising for street music, might add a touch of adventure to everything.
Yesterday, I parted ways with Karrie, or so I thought.
Karrie Wrecks Our "Home."
She was up at 5am. drinking liquor. She gathered wood, made the fire, bathed, did the dished, and then ate "everything in front of me." Karrie has gained 25 pounds since we got out of jail together, and would not be recognizable by the photos which I post, which depict her as a 13 year old, commensurate with her mentality, according to many.
My food card balance has dropped 300 bucks, as her weight has risen. She acts like a married woman, who's husband is fine with her letting herself "go," so that she will not be a temptation to other men. (just to play Doctor Phil for a second...)
Then, claiming "I'm sleepy," she went into the tent and disappeared into the 3 sleeping bags and the two sheets, which were still arranged there from the previous night. She then wet the bed, profusely, on the coldest day of the year, perhaps.
She was angry at me, and asked me why I hadn't woken her up and asked her if she needed to pee (I should have thought of that.) I don't want this to continue, and I am looking for ways to move on, without any sobbing like a child, nor any guilt trips on my part...
The forecast was for the coldest night, perhaps of the year; temperatures down to 27 degrees. All of our bedding's were soaked and dripping, and not with just water. It takes two big washers, soap, and dryers to remedy a situation like that. I had planned upon listening to football on my radio, drinking some beer and having an enjoyable Sunday. Now, I was faced with spending all of that money on laundry, that I had just washed 2 days prior.
I told her that I was not going to do the laundry, and that I would go and sleep at St. Francis House, as humiliating as that would be. She told me that, if I wasn't going to be out there, then she would find another place to sleep, I said that she could panhandle the money to do the laundry, and then to do it. I had a feeling that if she panhandled the money for the laundry, which is about the same amount for a fifth of liquor, the laundry would still be sitting there, stiff with frozen urine.
I left her and went into town to try to play, but the cold made it impossible because I couldn't feel my fingers.
Out Of Here
I ran into the One Man Band, Joe, and he told me that he was leaving town in a couple days in his van, and that he would take me with him. That is a viable option right now.
I decided to fore go St. Francis House and use my own means to survive. I went and got plastic milk crates from behind the supermarket and built a roaring fire with their petroleum based constituents. I hung all of the bedding's which weren't wet by her around the fire and dried them. Then, she showed up and I took her in and we slept comfortably under a heavy quilt which I had taken two hours to dry. I felt it would be cruel to send her away on a sub-freezing night. I knew it was cruel to myself to have gotten in this predicament. I chose the lesser of the two cruelties.
Adventure
Even as I sit here now, time wastes and I am not getting any richer.
My blog has been mostly about my relationship with Karrie lately, and I have lost a lot of my "readership," -no surprise there. Maybe being on the road and going to the next place, that The One Man Band has found to be promising for street music, might add a touch of adventure to everything.
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