Got a three-day eviction after being at the same place for 15 years. Long story. Spent the time boxing and moving everything into storage. Was exhausted as hell. First morning waking up at a friend’s house, it’s 5am, I just want to scroll cat pictures and have a few clove cigarettes.

“So you don’t donate anything?”

“No, kid hungry! I should probably remove that 501c part, too…”