this morning #1901.

this morning, when i finally stumbled back from the bar, i arrived to find my meager possessions sitting out in the driveway. piled up nicely but out there regardless. i’d been warned. multiple times. if i wanted to keep staying in the basement, i had to shape up. pounding on the front door & screaming when i discovered that my keys no longer worked was further proof that i still had shaping up to do. wasn’t ready to admit that yet. not at this early hour. shifted from anger to sadness. unsure of where to go, i just started walking. shuffling. struggling to put one foot in front of the other. barely made it to the end of the driveway & gave up. crawled back to my stuff. grabbed my sleeping bag & passed out behind the house.