10 days ago I left for the East Coast and ended up in Toronto for a week now. Found a place with a nice view to sleep and hang out in, while waiting for housing to catch up to me. All shelters are at capacity and it may take several days more to find a bed.
To top it off three days ago I lost my wallet, complete with all my ID. I couldn’t prove who I was even if I needed to. now stuck writing an email to my mother so she can print it off and act on my behalf.
Found out the bank won’t issue a TD access card without ID but allow me to withdrawal at any branch. My mom sends me money and I walk to the bank for the cash money. I’m hungry a lot of the last two days, but not starving. I’m meeting people all over the area I’ve squatted in for awhile now who seem to care and help.
Some provide food, some provide cash, but all make sure it is all right. While sleeping in a park, I was roused by two gents who sported blazers… Through this interaction I have come to believe that sleeping in parks is okay. Seems soothing to sleep under the stars, almost medicinal.
My next injection of Maxima Ambilify was due this week, but Wendy, Karen or myself have yet to get anything together. Word on the street is there is a place where it can happen similar to the LAN Clinic I’m used to. Speaking of medicine, I should get my poor feet checked as they are blistered badly, have corns, and I even had a blood blister on one.
Jonasson Enigmatic Nirvana 