Hello

I recieved yet another comment from a reader of the blog. He says that I am a articulate writer. I try to be as concise as possible when explaining what the scenario is. I have a way of tracking how many people are visiting the blog and from what I can see, it is building up slowly. I believe this my fourth week posting on this blog, it will take a while. When I apply for General Relief again, things will definitely become interesting. That will be the time when I will conclude whether or not the Department of Public Social Services can provide me with temporary housing while I participate in the GROW(I don't know what that stands for) program. That is the only way for me to get out of this mess, unless, of course, someone reading this blog, living in California, can give me room and board while I participate in the program. That would be highly unlikely and ultimately frightening, you never know who is reading these blogs. The documentary Pras Michel of the Fugees is participating in, is garnering attention. It's going to be released sometime later this year. I didn't get any word back from the person who wrote the article in Daily Variety, Patricia McClintock but I'm glad someone who became successful had enough balls to sit down on a sidewalk in the Skid Row district or stand on a corner, begging for nickels, dimes, pennies, quarters and hundred dollar bills(he might have). If you don't know what I'm writing about, go to the link on the April 17th posting, it will lead you to the article written by Patricia McClintock. I mean, the dude wore the same clothes for nine days and stood on line, I think, for food at one of the many places in the Skid Row district. He probably endured the sermon held at the Los Angeles Rescue Mission every afternoon before lunch. Well, we will all have to wait until later on this year. I slept in a hotel room Friday and Saturday and found an abandoned couch in an alleyway, so I slept there on Sunday night going into Monday morning. Since I ran out of money, I had to ask people for $1.50 for coffee, I have to have coffee in the morning. I got $2.00 instead. A one dollar bill and four quarters. I then ate at a soup kitchen in Beverly Hills later on in the day after taking a nap.