Hearing the shouts and yells from the general direction of the small unhoused camp around the corner and realizing that we’re I unhoused and dealing with the rain, I, too, likely would be yelling and shouting, as there’s little doubt that I’d be having a complete and total autistic meltdown.
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The unsupported use case of Bix Frankonis’ disordered, surplus, mediocre midlife in St. Johns, Oregon.
No fear, no hate, no thoughtless bullshit, and no nazis.