It would be nice to say that things have changed significantly since last posting to this blog. Sadly, that really hasn't been the case.
While there is still a roof over my head, the neighborhood hasn't improved much. The cigarette mooching neighbor has been replaced by an opiate junkie. A suboxone junkie at that with a taste for crack no less.
Much like my previous neighbor, there is a lot of traffic in and out of the next door apartment. Usually late at night and well into the morning. Often the visitors are also banging on my door or doorbell, as they are desperate to get in for reasons I kind of understand.
In regards to my own bad habits, well the dudes are still running fast and loose with credit. That is cause for concern when my mind starts thinking of ways to play their systems, my system and the system. Sooner or later, the brakes will have to be applied or homelessness is a real possibility.
That's all that can be said for the moment. Part of my lack of posting has been an unwillingness on my part to be completely honest with myself. Writing here has revealed more of me than I feel comfortable with at times.
On the other hand, when I was posting regularly, my attitudes and outlooks were somewhat more stable.
We shall see how this plays out.
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