While I was writing a list of needs this morning my laptop was lifted.
Still, I'm lucky. The first four days were the hardest. Begging Heather Turner to return the money she owes me (she's still holding onto $400 while I didn't have a place to sleep in the murder capital of the United States) was hard on me.
Writing will be sparse - but my cell phone is still on and my 800 number active.
