It affects too many. I feel it everytime it happens. When I disable, when I jump this sinking ship. People suffer. My family suffers, my integrity suffers, my art and my mind suffer.

You tell me I no longer have a home. You may be right about this assumption. But here I still remain.

I am homeless. I have set up a tent here. It's cold, but hey. At least I have some blankets to keep me warm.