. . . winding road
In the past few months never have I known such hardship, pain and hard work. Everything has been back-breakingly hard. I found I had strength I didn't know I possessed. After arriving in Tucson my beer swilling mother and her rectum like husband decides not to pick me up at train station. Incredulous and bewildered and tripping off of lack of three days sleep I stuck my hand in my pocket to count three cents. the bus stop was on the edge of the desert.... it was dark and cold. The stitches in my arm from recent surgery were bleeding. I was too tired to cry. I staggered behind a Circle K and crashed.
The next few months have been a hell of a different sort... switching from one crappy hotel to another... I began exotic dancing and still am. I'm lighter then ever and am THE top girl. But the job is strenuous and takes its toll though it feels good. I just now got a phone and internet and am dying to come visit. Chicago... I've missed you. I need the break. I've been a good girl whos been through. A lonely war.....
It's dark when I get up, it's dark when I go to bed, it's dark when I'm trying not to go to bed at 4 p.m., ughh ..I soo need to move...
Besides that my roomate whats her face is so annoying I would strangle her if my hand wasn't hurt! jk slightly...xoxox
I had a huge blog written here and my computer crashed and I lost it! I hate that! Let me see if I can recover it
To Be Continued....
ill explain later. But hi ;)