I thought I could make my street experience useful by allowing people who are still out there a place to be. Wait! I wrote this intro before. Yet I am about to tell you how my place was searched top to bottom by someone I let in as I lay in bed, sick. Why do I admit them? Years if not making reasonable friends has left me friendless and lonely. I need company, so I say: ok, come in. Am I creating my reality by doing things that produce lonliness, or am I recognizing a truth that cannot be changed. The truth is I am interesting to others who want to use me, but I don’t inspire affection. They told me aside and move on to the next. I don’t care right now. I want company and I only know ne’er-do-wells, so that’s the group I can access. I just need to stay useful. Wow! I just found the keys I stashed. Great! I can protect myself from the criminals. I think I will see if my former threesome buddy is driving bc I need a ride into town. TTYL!