Spooniest

So, since being unceremoniously forbidden from posting, things have been getting steadily more precarious for me.

I had a shouting match with my father, after which he called the police and had me booked for domestic assault...I spent four days in jail, and now my dad has an order of protection against me.

So, homelessness, yeah.

I'm currently at the Nashville Main using their computers just for your entertainment, so if you can't help me out, I hope you'll at least get a laugh out of it.

I thought I saw some friends out in East Nashville the other night, at a record release party for one Kim Logan, but in the end, they didn't turn out to be very friendly...I woke up at Skyline Medical Center to a nurse calling me Mr. Norris, then went to the absolutely most loud and irritating detox center imaginable. From there, I wandered around, got kicked out of a few bars, and generally have nowhere to go but the Nashville Rescue Mission, which, incidentally, is full of loud, arrogant men.

So, my life has transformed into the seventh circle of hell overnight.

Cheers!