3/19/2018 Well being at the farm is way better than being homeless. Technically I am still homeless but I have a roof over my head which I am grateful for. Mike the coordinator of DV Farm has been through it all homelessness, incarceration, begging on street corners, daily fights, he’s been stabbed. He actually said to me he has more hand to hand combat experiences being homeless than he has had overseas which is nuts if you ask me. I’m not looking forward to being here 6 months to a year but it the only thing I’ve got. I have not a clue what I’m doing, I’m frustrated, I don’t feel very smart even though I did go to college for a brief amount of time. I guess that’s what you get or feel like after smoking pot for so long then quitting. O yeah did I forget to mention I banged out one of the professors from my school. My mind is all over the place today, like at one point I thought I was gay but I know I am not, woman getting me excited way to much, from the tight stretchy yoga pants they wear, to the crotch rocket they stick between their legs, so what I was bisexual before, never again. I’ve had some good hair pie, and bearded clam to say I’m straight, heterosexual. Like I said I have no idea what I’m doing, even with my t-shirt company, I just paid over 30 dollars for a prototype shirt that says search for truth, mental illness, addiction, end the stigma. I mean it has a great message, but how far can I go with Every Rebel, I wonder if it could be the next Billabong, or quicksilver. Who knows, my guitar playing has plummeted so there goes my spot in a band. What am I going to do with my life?