I'm not feeling my usual witty, poignant writer-self today. After having confronted my family for endangering my life with talk of being a pedophile [see Voices Demons: "Your family will be arrestable" ], I've been ejected from my home—with no money, no place to go, no warm clothes, no transportation, no medical care, etc. It is raining, and I am hungry. Plus, any word on Elizabeth, the woman-now-angel that is the subject of this post, deserves my best effort, because she gave me hers. Right now, circumstances stand in the way, and I just don't have enough to give; my immediate needs, just like hers were (as you'll see below), are big. Still, something must be said—and said right now—so I'll just post what I have, and finish it when I can. There's plenty there for you to get a general idea of how this rare jewel died, and how unfair her life was right at the end. But, first, a word of caution before broaching this situation in anyway tangibl
My inevitable demise, daily.