I'm going to bitch in a minute, but first I'm going to update some of the links and clean a bit of stuff up. Then I have some stuff to add that may be art that's related to the bitching. So first that.
Right. So now I've updated the most important links with what I have so far. I'm going to go through these blog posts later and figure out what is worthwhile and what isn't and clean it up. I went to the hospital for an eye exam and then was followed back to City college by people that are making sure that I'm "working" on my site. It's fucking ridiculous. I don't owe anyone anything - it's just a way to fuck with someone until they don't work on what they want to out of spite and then you have an excuse to have communist fucktards sicken them. Meanwhile I can't get work. Last night someone in the shelter at 1050 S. Van Ness set off drugs that smelled like hot garbage and so I complained. Later someone was poisoned with asbestoes or burning styrofoam and I woke up with a bloody nose. No, you shouldn't gas someone with sick because they are doing drugs in the shelter. Stupid fucking bullshit. You should find out who it is and kick their ass out. Meanwhile I wake up and go to the hospital for my eye exam and they have a Boys & Girls Club truck race around the corner and deliver couches to the community center next door. Ok, cool. And then I have too old women in the waiting room of the hospital start talking behind me about "Fresh this" and doing the whole shit where "I know you can hear me and I'm going to fuck with you".
I'm eating in a shelter 2000 calories a day (I eat the food twice, goody) because I'm unwilling to eat at multiple shelters and have to guess on how my food is poisoned when multiple shelters in the city decide to poison the food - including Glide, St. Anthony's, the Urban Alchemy coffee tent, Open Hands, City Hope, 140 Turk Street, and the place that gives out sandwhiches in front of the YMCA that has sick people make them that doen't wash their hands (intentionally). After 3 fucking years I'm unwilling to do that shit anymore. So I eat the food at this shelter and if I'm sick I tell everyone. I want a job. I want money. I want a place to live (without having to pay off a government stooge with drugs or sick). I can't get the first, if I had the second I wouldn't have healthcare anyway, and I sure as shit couldn't afford the third. So now I do this every day until someone tells me what the hell to do in a way that I trust and believe in. And I was poisoned twice last night so fuck you that's what.
When I was in Bloomington Indiana I would often call my sister (Natasha Saleski at 939 57th Street last I knew) who at one point made a joke about "fresh". Fresh is like "Fresh prince of bell air" and "bell air" is "bell" as in cancer, mission bell, and air - meaning asbestos or something else that will sicken someone.
Until you clean this shit up and put people in jail who are doing this, you will have a trillion dollars of property underwater. That means that having a police officer in every shelter 24/7 is cheaper (by far). And every person that comes down with some debilitating illness ends up crashing the healthcare system which makes it so you can't afford stuff for your kid (if you're not having them sicken people in the shelter). As it is I no longer trust going to the CAAP offices because I don't want to be followed by assholes or sickened to their kids. A fun time was when everyone around me changed what they were doing and I later found out that the woman at the CAAP office had to pick up their 10 year old from school. You sicken the poor to abused children so that you prevent them from going to the assistance office for medical care.
Shit like that is going to make it so no one who isn't a massive asshole is going to live in San Francisco. And if I didn't say it then the next guy would. Being that fucking stupid is just biding your time until someone tells your stupid secret way of fucking someone over to everyone else.
You want to know my super duper secret? I was making my own food in Bloomington Indiana because I was poor. I used King Arthur flour because it had more protein rather than Old Gold flour. No it wasn't because of the fucking name. I was making "fresh" bread because making bread is a skill and also fun and enjoyable. How the fuck that got twisted into we should use asbestos to sicken people (if it did) is beyond me. No, I didn't have anything to do with it. It's fucking stupid.
Every time shit like this happens I'm going to write it down. I could wake up in the middle of the night twenty years from now and remember and what I'll do is the next day I'll write it on my blog and then mail 500 postcards with the web address to every apartment, house, and PO box in San Francisco. I just fucking hate it.