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Life update, I hate fort lauderdale
10 months ago
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Reposted from Drunkduck forums:
Been a while since I did one of these, let me see how fast I can get everyone up to date on what's happening in my life:
Mom had to go to the hospital for salmonella poisoning, it was bad, she was crapping and puking everywhere. At this beginning of I had to go get a hand cart in a nearby town because our old cart we were using broke within a few days of using it, first it was the wheels that disintegrated after a week, no joke they broke apart despite my best attempts at trying to tape them back together, got three different replacements from Amazon and it broke them too, got a set of solid wheels from Harbor Fright and it DESTROYED them.
So, upon coming back with it she had completely ruined her jeans and needed an ambulance, and because she was sick in the parking lot of a hotel her boyfriend gets her a room once in a while management came around and told her if she didn't leave he'll call the cops.
So, when she went into the hospital I had to figure out how to stack a broken double decker cart (took off the wheels) on top of a hand cart and two cats in their carrier across three miles by myself to the spot we used to camp out at near the hospital.
For the next five days I couldn't really go anywhere, bathroom trips had to be extremely limited because I couldn't take the large pile of rolling junk into a store (two cots, a large pop up tent, sleeping backs, backpack full of random junk and a cooler bag full of tuperware) performing hit and run charging tactics at the hospital's outside plugs due to security hating my guts and previous run ins resulted with a ton of calls to their legal department due to harassment and HIPA violations in the past.
After that we spent a lot of time around the hospital area, trying to get housing through the county organization for homeless outreach via police, she turned herself in by having me take pictures and submitting them through Fort Lauderdale's weird HoA tattletale site, which set up around the area but right back to the same spot, and when she got to enjoy a hotel room for a night by herself as it was too difficult to move the pile of junk around I got nearly killed by an overzealous security guard.
He drove up onto the sidewalk near the hidden camp site, shined his high-beams, wouldn't identify himself, caused me to have a sever asthma attack I couldn't breath for three minutes of pointing to my throat, unable to talk or take air in and nearly blacking out but only caring that I removed everything despite the police officer mom talked to later about if this is legal said he should had called an ambulance
The next night it was a cop, who was working for a guy who had a vendetta against my mom, more on that in a second, who arrested both of us. You see thing is here in Fort Lauderdale all one has to do to be arrested is get a signature and a thumbprint agreeing to show up in court and BOOM, cop can say you are arrested and it shows up on your record as arrested. It happened when we were told we were trespassed at the airport, even those they said they will arrest us NEXT TIME but reported us to the court and forcing us to go to court and maybe go to jail and lose everything soon.
About the guy, he became my mom's nemesis due to that website that is suppose to report things like broken street lights or gushing water mains but is mainly used to target homeless people, especially after the new law was passed about sleeping in public, we got a tent for protection from other homeless people and bashers. It was a headache, that stupid site is full of people who treat Fort Lauderdale as a huge HoA and they are all the presidents of it.
Mom did a lot of digging on the guy, found he hated homeless, lies about being a councilman because he lost, has a fake company and is living in his relative's basement and somehow actually has enough pull to do bad things to people.
I am sorry about all of this rambling just trying to cover the big stuff the best I could because there is a much of it happening, so much fear of losing everything I own due to my mother being such a diva and dragging me into so much problems because I trusted her and feel like I have an obligation as a good kid to help out.
There's a lot of other things too, like every cent I make at commission goes to raw survival, paying phone bills, the small storage she got and making sure the two cats are well fed and have litter, with occasionally getting us food too but it gets harder and harder because she's getting picky (she had a heart attack, heart surgery so it's understandable, but still frustrating when I try to hand her the card and say find something but instead makes me do the shopping for her.), the fact I had not real time for myself outside of reading twitter because I have to make sure no one comes up from behind, or listen to mom's long, long speech about how she's going to crusade to change things for the better or whatnot before getting that brief moment I can listen to some music for a few minutes.
I barely get time for personal things, I am lucky to get a few commissions done for friends as I had to do them on an android tablet while sitting at the hospital charging spot quickly before needing to run somewhere, usually a two or three mile trek to community court to talk to homeless outreach or to run to another spot for a minute before returning to the same place over and over because it is “safe”. Right now I am at a Racetrac burning up my money that should be going towards bills and feeding the girls but instead going towards buying stuff just to sit for hours upon hours instead of traveling to the library to charge up or maybe trying to find a job or a place to hide.
At this point I am just kind of, existing.
I am trying an idea, knowing it's foolish to try but I got to do something and that's trying to make money with my art because the chances of me landing a regular 9 to 5 job just gone out the window, mainly because I tried to leave for a short while a few times and left the gear with mom only to often get frantic calls, texts and even emails about bathroom emergencies and I gotta hurry up.
Anyway back to the plan, make one shot comics along with my main comic and have a patron/kofi for tips and try to make some video games to sell, and try to get more commissions.
Leaving isn't an option mainly because I have responsibilities, like to the two cats because I know mom can't handle it, trying to get her to some place safe and dealing with the legalities as I got so many trespasses on me to deal with, have no one to watch my back which makes it easier to have my stuff taken and finally I got nowhere to go.
A positive thing I do have is I got a ton of online friends that help me out, from listening to me bitch to commissioning me I am very lucky for them.
Hell I kind of have an online boyfriend too, it's not too serious but he keeps me sane. It's not easy hiding my bisexuality from mom, who would have a psycho-fit over it and just easier to hide it.. Hell, she has a fit over any girl who isn't a good old fashion good girl from the 50's stereotypes.
It seems like I am laying all of my blame on her, but she's just driving me crazy right now so I needed to vent that out but there's larger problems at play like the fact it is down right impossible to get a job, mainly transportation is just a crap shoot here (mom went to war with the bus drivers here and kind of made them down right hard to ride, but they were crap to begin with), constantly moving around due to Florida's stupid anti-homeless law (it says cities can't say it's okay to sleep in public, but everyone thinks it means arrest the homeless on sight), and just how much a jerk everyone is here.
I was excited because I was told Fort Lauderdale was cheap to live in, and I secretly thought there be these parties where people had orgies or close to them and find friends with similar interest. I found out it's just a bloated small town that is dirty, racist, lazy and acts like a huge HoA.
I just needed to get this out, let somebody know what's going on in my life just in case something bad happens like I wind up in jail or get beaten to death and like to leave a trail behind.
This stinks.
Been a while since I did one of these, let me see how fast I can get everyone up to date on what's happening in my life:
Mom had to go to the hospital for salmonella poisoning, it was bad, she was crapping and puking everywhere. At this beginning of I had to go get a hand cart in a nearby town because our old cart we were using broke within a few days of using it, first it was the wheels that disintegrated after a week, no joke they broke apart despite my best attempts at trying to tape them back together, got three different replacements from Amazon and it broke them too, got a set of solid wheels from Harbor Fright and it DESTROYED them.
So, upon coming back with it she had completely ruined her jeans and needed an ambulance, and because she was sick in the parking lot of a hotel her boyfriend gets her a room once in a while management came around and told her if she didn't leave he'll call the cops.
So, when she went into the hospital I had to figure out how to stack a broken double decker cart (took off the wheels) on top of a hand cart and two cats in their carrier across three miles by myself to the spot we used to camp out at near the hospital.
For the next five days I couldn't really go anywhere, bathroom trips had to be extremely limited because I couldn't take the large pile of rolling junk into a store (two cots, a large pop up tent, sleeping backs, backpack full of random junk and a cooler bag full of tuperware) performing hit and run charging tactics at the hospital's outside plugs due to security hating my guts and previous run ins resulted with a ton of calls to their legal department due to harassment and HIPA violations in the past.
After that we spent a lot of time around the hospital area, trying to get housing through the county organization for homeless outreach via police, she turned herself in by having me take pictures and submitting them through Fort Lauderdale's weird HoA tattletale site, which set up around the area but right back to the same spot, and when she got to enjoy a hotel room for a night by herself as it was too difficult to move the pile of junk around I got nearly killed by an overzealous security guard.
He drove up onto the sidewalk near the hidden camp site, shined his high-beams, wouldn't identify himself, caused me to have a sever asthma attack I couldn't breath for three minutes of pointing to my throat, unable to talk or take air in and nearly blacking out but only caring that I removed everything despite the police officer mom talked to later about if this is legal said he should had called an ambulance
The next night it was a cop, who was working for a guy who had a vendetta against my mom, more on that in a second, who arrested both of us. You see thing is here in Fort Lauderdale all one has to do to be arrested is get a signature and a thumbprint agreeing to show up in court and BOOM, cop can say you are arrested and it shows up on your record as arrested. It happened when we were told we were trespassed at the airport, even those they said they will arrest us NEXT TIME but reported us to the court and forcing us to go to court and maybe go to jail and lose everything soon.
About the guy, he became my mom's nemesis due to that website that is suppose to report things like broken street lights or gushing water mains but is mainly used to target homeless people, especially after the new law was passed about sleeping in public, we got a tent for protection from other homeless people and bashers. It was a headache, that stupid site is full of people who treat Fort Lauderdale as a huge HoA and they are all the presidents of it.
Mom did a lot of digging on the guy, found he hated homeless, lies about being a councilman because he lost, has a fake company and is living in his relative's basement and somehow actually has enough pull to do bad things to people.
I am sorry about all of this rambling just trying to cover the big stuff the best I could because there is a much of it happening, so much fear of losing everything I own due to my mother being such a diva and dragging me into so much problems because I trusted her and feel like I have an obligation as a good kid to help out.
There's a lot of other things too, like every cent I make at commission goes to raw survival, paying phone bills, the small storage she got and making sure the two cats are well fed and have litter, with occasionally getting us food too but it gets harder and harder because she's getting picky (she had a heart attack, heart surgery so it's understandable, but still frustrating when I try to hand her the card and say find something but instead makes me do the shopping for her.), the fact I had not real time for myself outside of reading twitter because I have to make sure no one comes up from behind, or listen to mom's long, long speech about how she's going to crusade to change things for the better or whatnot before getting that brief moment I can listen to some music for a few minutes.
I barely get time for personal things, I am lucky to get a few commissions done for friends as I had to do them on an android tablet while sitting at the hospital charging spot quickly before needing to run somewhere, usually a two or three mile trek to community court to talk to homeless outreach or to run to another spot for a minute before returning to the same place over and over because it is “safe”. Right now I am at a Racetrac burning up my money that should be going towards bills and feeding the girls but instead going towards buying stuff just to sit for hours upon hours instead of traveling to the library to charge up or maybe trying to find a job or a place to hide.
At this point I am just kind of, existing.
I am trying an idea, knowing it's foolish to try but I got to do something and that's trying to make money with my art because the chances of me landing a regular 9 to 5 job just gone out the window, mainly because I tried to leave for a short while a few times and left the gear with mom only to often get frantic calls, texts and even emails about bathroom emergencies and I gotta hurry up.
Anyway back to the plan, make one shot comics along with my main comic and have a patron/kofi for tips and try to make some video games to sell, and try to get more commissions.
Leaving isn't an option mainly because I have responsibilities, like to the two cats because I know mom can't handle it, trying to get her to some place safe and dealing with the legalities as I got so many trespasses on me to deal with, have no one to watch my back which makes it easier to have my stuff taken and finally I got nowhere to go.
A positive thing I do have is I got a ton of online friends that help me out, from listening to me bitch to commissioning me I am very lucky for them.
Hell I kind of have an online boyfriend too, it's not too serious but he keeps me sane. It's not easy hiding my bisexuality from mom, who would have a psycho-fit over it and just easier to hide it.. Hell, she has a fit over any girl who isn't a good old fashion good girl from the 50's stereotypes.
It seems like I am laying all of my blame on her, but she's just driving me crazy right now so I needed to vent that out but there's larger problems at play like the fact it is down right impossible to get a job, mainly transportation is just a crap shoot here (mom went to war with the bus drivers here and kind of made them down right hard to ride, but they were crap to begin with), constantly moving around due to Florida's stupid anti-homeless law (it says cities can't say it's okay to sleep in public, but everyone thinks it means arrest the homeless on sight), and just how much a jerk everyone is here.
I was excited because I was told Fort Lauderdale was cheap to live in, and I secretly thought there be these parties where people had orgies or close to them and find friends with similar interest. I found out it's just a bloated small town that is dirty, racist, lazy and acts like a huge HoA.
I just needed to get this out, let somebody know what's going on in my life just in case something bad happens like I wind up in jail or get beaten to death and like to leave a trail behind.
This stinks.
