DING DONG: Art Bell's contrails over the Nazi Diesel Center
I
call it a “Death March” because no man my age should be lugging around that
much “stuff.” I don’t know what to think with memories like Pxx Bxxx offering
to pay for cabs to the “Sleep Around” church—shelters. There was also an e-mail
that said, “I want you to stay in California.” Had I, more luminaries would
have been encountered and maybe there was a contract signed in 2013 instead of
a Swiss woman paying my train fare and a cab ride to my old job site on
Arsenal. No mental health job five years later? Why not ask the Shrewsbury cops
if I am “Bipolar?” They don’t think so, I am sure.
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