Hangouts gone wrong and my world in shambles, I desperately searched for her. She came, we spoke, but I still could not gauge our status. Sometimes we talked on the phone and other people got mad. I knew that I felt a spark, a mix of chemicals I had never felt previously before. But, what her twin told me. Was it true? Did she think I was a bum? How could I overcome the harsh reality, that at the end of the day I was still homeless. It was late and I was in my favorite place to sleep. I had a successful day. I didn’t have to beg. Checking into the chat room I saw many people were not there. I stuck to mail and eye-hustled, (that’s what we called being in the room’s list but not posting.) I made contact with a girl who had posted a comment on the public board. I found that I knew her and had met her before. The previous time we had done obscene things. I assumed this was the case this time. She told me she was alone, I didn’t hesitate I quickly departed. Walked a short distance, but my battery died I forgot to charge it. I stopped at a Safeway and hovered power. It took an hour but soon I was inside the house. Can’t really say any more about that, but this was the second time we hooked up. Walking back to the boiler room I felt used. I questioned myself why did I do it? Was that all I’m good for? I just couldn’t put my finger on it.
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