Yah, THE STUFF. Way back when, when I knew I was going to be homeless sooner or later, probably sooner (sometimes the dye is set, ya know... it's coming, it is, and ya might as well adjust), I took to giving things away, and selling the rest for next to nothing. It's not like I could take it with me. Figured someone might as well enjoy it, and what did I care? Hell, I was going to the streets. What was a stereo to me, or a favorite necklace? Back then I was never suicidal, not being at the point of being "that tired" yet. It was still an adventure.
But a dear friend cornered me one day, all worried I was suicidal. She'd read that giving things away was a sign of a suicidal person. Preparing, ya know. I thought she was strange, didn't have a clue what she was talking about. Heck, I was just trying to make things simpler. Might as well. |
