patientplatypus6 @patientplatypus6@qoto.org

And somehow I always end up high against my will from second hand smoke if I don't go to the movie in the basement at Next Door Shelter (1001 Post Street). The unhappiest place on earth. This place needs to be shut down. I'm being drugged against my will and the alternative is to be on the street. This is tantamount to a warcrime.

I'm homeless because I'm poor. I need a safe place to sleep where I'm not on drugs. I don't like drugs. I don't smoke or drink. And these dickless shitbags are smoking drugs continuously in the building and getting me high. I'm tired of it. They could go out in the alley and do their drugs (I was young once too), but they're too fucking lazy and stupid to do so.

You know when I got high? When I had a job and enough money to pay the rent. And I smoked pot. And if someone complained I would smoke it somewhere else. Like outside.

If no one is willing to employ me to work or pay me enough money to do a job where I can afford an apartment, I should at the very least be able to go to bed without being high. This is stupid.