The past couple of days have been rough. My sister (who I shall now refer to as "the cunt") gave me the boot. I have found myself in a youth hostel north of downtown Chicago, close to Loyola University.
Two days ago "the cunt" told me she was going to take me to look at apartments, what I failed to understand was that she wanted me out THAT day. The "apartments" she showed me turned out to be a motel on a country road, while it was close to the Metra station, there was nothing else around in the way of food stores or any other kind of facilities. So I politely asked her if I could keep some of my things at her place for a few days while I went into the city to find work/employment. I wanted to keep my guitar in her house so the heat wouldn't ruin it, she declined. It had to go into her storage shed in the heat. I took it with me. I asked her if she could take me to get my package at the bus station in Indiana, she replied "the train goes to Hammond". Goodbye computer, bye-bye blanket, bye bye precious Rollins DVDs, bye bye collectible junk. I can only hope that she doesn't throw my things away.
I hope she get reincarnated as a tapeworm, I really thought getting slapped around by the same asshole as children would have created a bond. I guess I was wrong.
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