Fresno is not my home any more. I maintain an address here. It is where I have family. I have stuff stored there with an office and a mat for my visits.
But wow. It was sketchy getting here. I was in more danger in LA than anywhere out in the wild. Out of money on my cards for at least a few days, I could not get a ticket, so I could not get the security of a seat inside the station at night.
Again, so exhausted?
Not quite over my dizzy fainting falling over stuff yet, yet stuck out in the cold with the hundreds of howling speed freaks and the hordes of zombie beggars. I went begging on Facebook, finally, to get some money pt on some card so I could get out of there!
And wow. Such love. That happened, and it happened fast.
Yet I did not know it because my phone was on 4%, and there was literally nowhere by design in that savage land to charge it, so I turned it off, saving it for the morning.
I was laying behind a chain link fence in a rail yard side storage place near trucks who were spending the night too. It was OK. I thought may I could to check my messages one last time before I closed my eyes, and lo! A dear old friend had put money on one of my cards, and so I arose and walked the mile or so back to the station, and, well, complications ensued, and there was some confusion, and no matter because I did get a ticket, and I got back to Fresno, and I am going to write a much better post, but that’s the news.