roudn 2, go nuts, i did a thing again. feedback in comment, too many people read these to not get some actual fucking feedback.

it's been a long 60 days since I met her. Fun times. Of all places, i've met her at a Bernie Sanders rally. I had
prepared myself to attend the rally as soon as I heard there was even a rally to begin with. Imagine my surprise to
find that literally no one I talked to about the rally had any idea it was going on. I must've talked to aout 7
people about it, and the only one to hear anything aboout it was a nbn(m?) named M. edit: I had sought transportation
through the Bulloch County Dem Party page on facebook, and sure enough there were some young progressives willing
to give me a ride. I think they expected me to volunteer with the rally because they never stopped talking about it,
nor did they assume that I wasn't going to volunteer. Sure I support the movement, it fits most of my ideals, while
also having the energy to match. A congregation of like minded individuals gathered to listen to a man they
vehemently believe in to fix their problems. Shit, I'm one of them. I'm damn near a million dollars in medical
debt, and if healthcare is universal, I would hope medical debt would be waived. Hope.

Someone I wrote about last time
did not want me to use their name, so I will refrain from using any names, because who in their right mind would
want to be associated with my tomfoolery. Because that's what it is. Tomfoolery. I have literally been stumbling my
way into every situation I have been in and the most recent development was a two month relationship with a woman
that was 47 years old. yeah. 47. No kids, so it wasn't that weird. edit: it began with a week in Statesboroo, then
a week at her place. I had renewed a lease with my complex in like, January, because I asked them to order me a pizza
and I'd renew. I shit you not, I renwed a year long lease to get a pizza. I was hungry lmao. and i didnt have a job,
or did i? Edit: I lived in Augusta and didn't have to pay rent. big deal to me.

think this was before started selling cars again. ANway That was a time to be alive. It was short lived, soul-
less, and degrading. I made okay money. I sold cars decently, but most people don't have the money or the credit,
sometimes both. But hey. The dealership gave me a 500$ check every week, like, ooooooookay. It was a good few months.
A wise man would've saved that money like it was no other, but I was fresh 21 and in Statesboro, ga. Fuck that lmao
I'll be fine. I usually am. I stumbled my way into a job that's barely taxed, I get great hours, and I got a place to
stay on Broad within like 2 weeks of being back in townNo lease. Pretty fucking sweet if you ask me.

We justified it by telling each other from the
get go that it was not going to work long term, but we quickly forgot about that. And then of course the dynamic
started to kick in and we drove each other crackers. So it goes. I'm trying to cope/transition with/from the
situation by remaining as a family unit. edit: 15 minutes remain. Anyone I become friends with, they tend to be
someone I can talk to any time in my life until the day I die. It's just how it works with me. I don't do bullshit
friendships, usually. Most people that read this far into it are an actual friend, I know I can talk to you at any
stage in my life, because shit, if you're reading this far into it, you're obviously interested in my life, maybe
you're not interested in who I am, but you're definitely intrigued.


I'm gonna know D until the day either of us die, but ther is no way
in hell that I an li ev with her because that is just not feasible in our world. I was having a quick interaction
while writing that so I had to multitask. I haven't used a computer since I left the commune, so my skills are
getting rusty. On a normal day, I'd go online and do a 10fastfingers and probably get somewhere between 95 and 100 words per minute
and if I got a low 90, I'd be pretty convinced I'm fucked up. I don't type slow. Anyway, lemme tell you about the
commune. An income sharing, egalitarian community. A family. I entered their home, showed my ass initially in
typical Sidney Schaefer fashion, redeemed myself, and am entertaining theh idea of returning for a brief period in
mid to late August. edit: 12 minutes. I went out to the commune to find not myself, but my self. And I truly believe
that I've gotten to know my self better. I'm fuckin crazy, and I was surrounded by people who understood that fully.
Myabe most do, but shit man, these are communards. They're a special kind of crazy and I love each and everyone one
of them with everry fiber in my being, because they're not so different from myself. K told me it was basically the
island of misfit toys, and I'll be damne if she were wrong. It is. But I'm a misfit. Or at least I stand out. Again,
not extraordinary, but extra ordiary. That and I do crazy shit. 25 thousand people read my last writing. People
have told me verbatim that they live vicariously through me. To weird to live,too rare to die.

I have to ration about-fuck where's my phone, I was about to look up flights on Google Flights.
I love Google. anyway. The last time i checked, it cost me about 300 or so to fly from Augusta to Springfield, MO,
but my good pal A tells me to bus to Atlanta, then fly to Springfield. edit: 8 minutes. I flew foer the first time
in years from St Louis to Savannah. I rode a bus from Springfield to STL, got on a late plane, barely making my
connection in Charolette, then spent like 3 days at a house near the beach. Pretty sweet, but super unhealthy.
My stumbling came in really clutch, because I landed a job before I even got back to Augusta, and I'm liking it
a lot. I work as hard as I can, which is really diminished, I mean I literally have heart failure, last time I
checked I was at like 35% EF (efraction rate). They mostly like me, I like them, super chill, I eat for
mostly free, ob la di ob la dah. And I minimized my life by getting an apartment literaly 2 blocks and a flight
of stairs away. pretty fuckin sweet.

D brought me a cigarillo that has been
laying dormant in her house for the past month or so. god bless her. I think it'll be cheaper to go his route, a bus
ride out there is around 30 dollars, depending on how soon you reserve your ticket, maybe, probably, hopefully.
Either way, it's cheaper. The battery on this- bruh. This computer has one core at 1.9 Ghz. My DUDE. And it's an A4
APU. She had to of gotten this computer no later than like 2010. And it's efficient for the time. It's
honestly a miracle it's still kicking after this long. I wonder how much she paid to have it fixed at all, if ever.
I disabled all the start up programs, and there were plenty, so maybe not. I don't know, and I certainly digress.

It's been a long time since I've straight up smoked a Swisher.

I'm going to read over what i've written, which wil lend up with me writing for another 30 minutes or so. the
computer only has enough juice for roughly 30 minutes and i'll be damned if I sit inside and write this. anyway.

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