so it’s time for another episode of the high drama that is rq’s
poverty spectacle. first the good news, the kid and i are safe. for
the first time in a long time the constant near panic in my chest is
abbated. we have our own little (temporary) space of our own. it’s
lovely. and though it’s temporary i have high hopes that this is
actually the first step to getting back to a normal, boring, lovely
life. the bad news. i have literally 50 cents to my name. the phone is
about to be shut off. we have some food but are missing the basics
like cooking oil and caffeine. and no internet. hence the poorly typed
post from the about to be disconnected phone. the ugly, well those of
you who i had private convos with will have some idea of what’s going
on. it’s not a surprise. it is what it is. but we are safe in our
little slice of heaven and i am optimistic. i haven’t been that in a
long ass time.

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The trouble with being poor is that it takes up all of your time.
Willem de Kooning