"Patches! Here boy, Patches! *whistle*"

So I've had this hemp t-shirt by ONNO (retail value, approx. $30 - 40) for about three years. It had a hole in the abdomen caused by some shenanigan or work or another (maybe those dang Walmart suspenders...) Anyway, the fabric I wanted to patch it with, from an old Levi's shirt once belonging to my brother (and now in a rag bag for a hoodoo/Appalachia-style hand-knotted rug I'm to craft for the kitchen someday soon, but I digress...) - that fabric tends to unravel once cut, so instead of stitching, I adhered the patch with Krazy glue, which darkened the patch nicely and gave it a sparkly effect. Cute, somewhat girly-boy, and right up my alley... That with some RIT dye (azabache) before patching makes the shirt like brand-new... AND ARTSY-FAGGY!

(Full disclosure: this kind of fix is okay when I do it, because even though I use a mild detergent, I do so in a machine with cold water... Unlikely the patch will come off in the next few washes... And kids, here's a tip: for certain contusions, or if a cut person is on blood thinners like Coumadin, Krazy glue is a first-aid godsend; if you or your baby sitter or mom stick two fingers together by accident or otherwise get it on skin, a soak in a bowl of warm, soapy - Dawn, or somesuch dishwashing detergent - will help you get the stuff off...)

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I Am Everyday People

I just want Mark Zuckerberg, the DPH, the donors/board, and administration (+1-415-206-8000) at Zuckerberg General to know that I am still upset on my own behalf that the MySFHealth Web site, coupled with treatment I've received at Ward 86 ("Tee-hee, last bar you can get kicked out of in San Francisco - later days and die of AIDS, you faggot/chink/nigger/loser/whoever har har, right? NUDGE NUDGE TOO HARD right?"), forced me (at least, in my own mind, due to whatever I'm supposed to interpret their special singling me out as) to come out publicly as HIV-positive just to hedge my bets, be on the safe side, and vouchsafe my own continued survival as a poor person on the fringe of society WHO FUCKING KNOWS BETTER. YEAH, THAT KIND OF "KNOWS BETTER."

Of course, I do just sit here and languish. God knows I don't deserve the life I enjoy, but somehow... Oh, yeah, huh?

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Got this link from a spam e-mail designed to take advantage of me, and people like us should keep up with this stuff, because this program is actually A FEDERAL PROGRAM THAT WORKS:
https://www.fns.usda.gov/tefap/emergency-food-assistance-program-tefap

Also, are you on or around the national poverty level? A rural resident? You might also qualify for a once-a-month (or more) Commodity program from the USDA in YOUR area. Check with your local library, welfare/social worker, law enforcement, or maybe your Christian neighbors know something (they're often in on some good stuff for us.)

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Perhaps I risk punishment for my lack of faith in the obvious, and am too gowed by what the obvious appears to be, but this whole shenanigan with Golden1 credit union has worked my last nerve. The most recent development: once again, I get the Sunny/Ruth Ann/insert-name-of-right-to-be-bitter-kicked-around-niglet-from-American-literature-here treatment, lied to baldfacedly (even after New York's Conde Nast had cashed one of my checks), and my checking account closed. Now, Golden1, or some party who shouldn't know I bank with Golden1, does know, and is going after me like a pack of hyenas on flakka; they have the temerity and gall to try to sell me "accident" insurance, like I'm some delerium tremens-prone Chico State Greek reject.

I'm long over being treated like shit, Golden1. Over it.

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Original Will Way photo from October 2016, made on an Amazon Kindle Fire...

Tomorrow is All Hallow's Eve, Hallowe'en, Samhain, Sam Hill It's Annoying Out Tonight, or whatever you celebrate... "Trick or treat, smell my feet, gimme something good to eat..."

Here's some worrywort advice-queen clucking from yours truly: Evil teens and dread adults need safety, too - plan ahead! Buddy up, esp. when using liquor or - BIG "OR" - recreational substances; stay close to and in contact with - meaning check-ins, according to a schedule if that's the agreement - a designated sober person who's willing and knows what's up; avoid toys and props that could be mistaken for weapons; keep your phone on; don't accept doses from newly met folks, nor should you leave your beverage unattended around such; don't leave anyone in the lurch; be sure to wear what's functional, and does not obscure vision or hearing, or impede one's range of motion. HAPPY HALLOWEEN!

(Also, I'm planning ahead, and look forward to reminding bitches: Sleep is not the enemy; hydrate or die; and cum is not a food group.)

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Lastly, if you're feeling sad and lonely, you're Burt Bacharach; if you're a frequent reader, maybe you're ready to make that leap and, well, help a brother out:
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