I have been keeping count of the days since, and I think I'm up to almost twenty. Thankful for the warm weather here, I have been able to stay mostly on park benches somewhat comfortably. I sometimes walk the length of the Sunset strip and remember better days when I was welcome into the shops and restaurants. I eat when I can, but it's difficult. My stomach was never too strong. The most difficult aspect is not basic survival needs being met though. It's the looks I get, and the avoidance from people who would never have turned away from me before. It is just so lonesome all the time.
I just don't understand how all this happened. Maybe I'm still slightly confused.
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