(February 2023. Arrived in Venice Beach with my hitchhiking backpack after hitching PHX->Skooliepalooza->San Diego->LA. I got covid so I couldn’t stay with Billy. Sitting on the beach figuring out what to do next and where to sleep, trying to figure out being homeless with covid in LA for the night. Many such cases. Ended up getting lucky, two amazing old friends in Venice who didn’t care about the covid had me come stay on their couch, ended up spending two weeks with them having an amazing time and building an app lol. They didn’t even get sick; we just made a sick app.)
letting yourself hurt differently, or love (homeless in venice)
the pacific waves lave the shore warlike
and more than ever i edge homelessness
but here i am each wave a different form
of the same story arriving again and again
grains of pain stick to my skull eroding
my stuck self but i have to remember
to forget what happened so i can hurt
differently next time, and there’s a life
in letting go of what you chose to close,
letting yourself hurt differently, or love
the unknown feeling of the next wave
Beatin' Paths ~~~ The journey to the Great American Novel 