A Year Later...December 2010

Finally some good news...Back with a roof over my head again, internet access and cable tv, living with the love of my life...and I had to do it all like Sinatra, "My Way..." No thanks to family or Kai Kopp, former co-worker/former abuser roommate...Kai stalks me still accusing me of doing things like vandalizing his car (of course I had no idea what he was talking about, I've gotta life and I hadn't been thinking about him...he was nothing but someone with ulterior motives, nothing but a thief) but at the end of staying with him, he crazily had a hand in bothering me so much at work that I lost my job, he threatened violence at the end too, really went for the throat after trying to cockblock the guy I was seeing for the moment (Joe Weiberg was a good guy, but he had a teenage daughter and wasn't needing to be in a relationship with anyone, let alone someone so crazy and drama-filled...I didn't expect anything from him and he was honest with me, so I was only a little bit heartbroken when he just stopped talking to me when I went to jail later...) and then I was jobless and homeless all at the same time. A couple of people (Joe Weiberg and also Joseph Wright) helped me get some of my stuff to storage. I had to leave a lot of stuff at Kai's place (blender, Bose environmental speakers/Sony Stereo, $400 glass door bookcase with many things inside the shelves such as my photo album, cartooning equipment, markers, negatives of all the graff photos I've taken through the years, Lisa's blue suitcase, a sewing table with expandable arms to make either one or two desks and inside the sewing table drawers were years of writing, important paperwork like my college acceptance letter etc.) The day I brought my stuff that I could from Kai's to storage I was rushed into taking only 30 minutes to pack up everything...Joseph Wright was intimidated by Kai and made me leave the rest of the stuff there...(Before I left, I told Kai I'd be back to pick up my stuff and handed him the keys in good faith that he would let me have my stuff back and he has yet to give me back my stuff let alone admit that he kept all of it, he keeps saying that I took everything already, but has admitted recently via text message that I won't see any of the stuff unless Bobby stopped mouthing off to him...and then tried to say that I took stuff that was his?!! Come on...He don't know me very well if he thinks that because I'd NEVER keep anyone's stuff if I don't like them or don't want any strings attached...I'm quick to cut stuff and people off...real quick...). But I am thankful we've got somewhere to live now...The streets really took care of me...And even though I had to give up everything and lose everything and have nothing, I have everything I want because of Bobby, my own personal Yosemite Sam...I love you Mr. Turner - Mrs. Turner