So, my supposed friend, James is essentially running me out of my campsite. Fuck him. I always run to the store for him and he couldn’t even go to the dispensary for me to get me more weed than the little bit I could afford. He has an electric bike. I walk everywhere. So I walked to the dispensary, I usually go to and bought a gram (instead of an eighth at the other place). I didn’t share it with him. Then he decided to smoke weed in front of me when I had none. Made me feel like when I got back from the store, he’d smoke me up. When I got back, I said “Let’s smoke”, thinking he was going to pack the bowl and share it. Nope. Told me, “You don’t have anymore” and decided to pack the bowl and smoke it in front of me.
I’m going back to my sleeping bag. I have another spot, I’m going to use a decoy tent to see if anyone messes with it, within a month span. Leave a couple of things in the tent to see if anyone will go in and trespass. See if anything goes missing. Just some odds and ends. Nothing I wouldn’t want stolen.
They have also been testing my patience. I’m getting real sick of people. I want to get all those things next year before I get an apartment. I’m thinking of choosing the sober life to move into a sober living environment. They have a grant for three months free. That’ll at least get me off the streets for a few months during these cold months, at least.
I want to apologize for not being connected on here; I’ve been preoccupied. My laptop got stolen out of the library and I think I know who did it. Other than that, I’m just ready to move into my own apartment. Maybe I’ll save up a bunch of money and go to another country where my money will go further, to live my life more comfortably.
Nuke Head 