I feel for my brothers and sisters, on and off the street. Life’s always a bitch, but it’s worse when everyone is pretending to be happy. My most poignant memory of Xmas eve was when I was working for the Shepherds of Good Hope. I drew the night shift. Better to be working than just wallowing in self pity. I remember the bells going off at midnight, that big church in Lower town which I don’t recall the name of. I had a moment, a short one, when I thought everything would be alright. That was years ago and things are definitely not alright. But we have to keep hope — it’s all we have. This is going to be a good year.
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