So friends and fellow amnesiacs, I have learned something about myself.
I am homeless, but I don't do drugs.
I know this, because I woke up in a homeless-shelter-slash-soup-kitchen-slas
h-drug-rehabilitation-slash-youth-center-s
lash-everything-else-ever. Seriously...who runs this place? Some new age, hippie, wannabe-Gandhi? Stop trying so hard. I bet they're making up for like...murdering someone. Or fucking over a nun.
Anyway. I don't have any shoes, and I woke up in a homeless shelter. Therefore...probably homeless. I have to wonder why I have an awesome PDA and yet no home or shoes. Priorities, self. Also, twin-person, you should let me crash with you. So I can stop being homeless. Isn't that what brothers do?
But, I haven't been all twitchy or anything, so I don't think I'm here because of drugs. Score one for me.
I've decided to call myself Jimmy. I like the name. I just feel a connection to it.