Sitting here at a library at 4:00 am with 7 minutes to type. Apparantely an ID and money is what it takes to have a life in this shithole. For me, I stay at a park and eat donuts out of a garbage can, begging for change only to find a peanut butter and jelly sandwich from a jewish woman. Such is LA if you’re white with a penis…
Yesterday I told God I will kill myself. Today I look for a bridge. I would like to call this a suicide note, but honestly, that would mean having something to leave behind. For me, LA was land of opportunity thrust upon me by ghosts and maybe the CIA. Today it’s just another hellhole, and yeah, I still haven’t got any change.
Till nextime, fuckers, adios.
PS–The water tastes like shit and they place chemicals in donuts for crackheads. This is facism.