Welcome Wagon

I'm going to keep this brief.  I was going to write a big long subtly cutting message, but why?  I  have more important things to do.  A fella who "knew who I was" and claimed to have been helping me previously and part of some SF homeless advocacy group approached me as I was about to start taking some shots of City Hall and I believe he said "Welcome to SF."  Awwwwe.  That is really, really sweet.

Briefly:  If you're someone who assumed I was guilty until very recently, though I've never been arrested let alone tried--which I must assume is true of this guy because of the timing of the welcome speech, ie., its coinciding with the confirmation that the woman who accused me is a complete whack-job with serious, serious issues--you are my enemy.  If you want to make it all up to me, here's how to do it.  Leave me alone.  Let me do a few cool things in town while I'm still here in fucking peace.  I moved to NY with $700 awe by mysewf and didn't do bad at all.  I came to SF while being harassed and stalked by everybody and their brother.  I've survived an immediate family of fanatics who'd been trying to get rid of me for quite some time.  To top it all off, my biological mother is a whacko, too.  I'll take care of everybody one by one.  The ball is rollin' against Christine.  At the very least, I imagine it won't  be long until she's disbarred.  I've been living just fine out of a van for 2 years now.  If I need homeless advocacy, I will pursue it on my own accord like the mature adult I've been for quite a few years now.  There are people who need it more than I do.  Wanna make it up to me?  Let me be.  I'll fix things my way.

  

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