Sunday, March 3, 2019

One bus ride and it was a new beginning

After coming into 20 or 30 bucks, from my mom who loves me (thanks mom) i decided that a trip to the grocery story to get some nail clippers and hair clippers was in order. I also had been wearing the same pair of socks for about and 6 days washing them again and again. After getting off of the bus it was business time. Try to come up on a pair of groomers, and some stuff to help me to get looking less almost homeless. The store dangled low prices in front of my face and eventually I bought what i needed after walking for a bit. I got some shears to cut my hair as well. Now, I'm taking it into my own hands to look good enough at least for long enough to stay positive. I'm going to be positive about the situation and cut my hair so that if a job interview magically opens up somewhere close in the city. I'll look like someone who wants to work for something up there, something higher, instead of a guy whos a little down on his luck.

Riding back i was happy. but not the normal kind of happy. Its only when you that kind of post buy, just finished getting my value meal, and i smell like i tried to clean myself kind of happy. The bus stank and the lights were bright. I had a feeling in my gut like i had eaten all of the free cheese at an art performance. a fart rang out.

I felt my stomach drop for some reason but i was remaining positive about my situation right?

\time to get off the bus

It was so simple. As soon as I exited getting close to the room that i was able to rent thanks to my family ( again thanks family) my wallet it seems decided to stay. The bus ride was just too god damn good.

Now I'm two Identification cards short. No money, somehow my bank cards have been blocked for the time being thank goodness, and my phone shitted out on me about a week before this.

Don't know what to do but i don't have any Identification for a while. I found a place to shower, and i have a way to eat. I just can't achieve any higher than that right now so I'm grateful.

i cant wait to begin trying to get my identification back as an American. God this is something tiresome.



Submitted March 04, 2019 at 05:46AM by BlackLiterateIdiot https://ift.tt/2XCKKfp

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