A12 LOVE'S DOTED FORM

I. AMIDST THE MORASS, SUCH A LOVELY WORLD

My world is falling and at the moment...I just want to become unhinged and get everything out. I miss Kismet more than anything. I miss Kismet, Gizmo, Sabu, Ginsu, Jacob, and El-Gato more than anything else in the world. El-Gato acclimated himself to me because he kept getting beat-up and I would bandage his wounds and look after him. Jacob’s owners left her in a tree all night and I climbed the tree and got her down. She moved in like a stalker girlfriend. Sabu, Ginsu, Gizmo, and Kismet entered the scene because Jacob got knocked-up. Females let the males believe that they selected them. In truth, the females choose. I never bothered with such delusions, I expect females to choose me. I also understand that Jacob knew that I was a soft touch when our paths crossed. She and I had an understanding. I doted on her children. They have known me since the moment that they were born. I wept because they were so frail and beautiful. I was moved by the natural order of things. It was nice to love and touching to be loved back. They also prove the point of 1 John 4:18.

“There is no fear in love; but perfect love casteth out fear: because

fear hath torment. He that feareth is not made perfect in love.”

N12 EAST OF EDEN, WEST OF HELL, OFF OF HIGHWAY 19

I. SEX CRIMES

In 2012, Texas ranked 4th among the states in HIV infections. In 2013, Texas moved up to 3rd place. Texas ranks 13th in primary and secondary syphilis, 12th in gonorrheal infections, 10th in chlamydia infections, and 4th in tuberculosis cases. The East Texas region is 1rst in the state in HIV infections.

In 2012, people with HIV infections and AIDS was 38% in Anderson County, Texas. In 254 Texas counties, Anderson County was on top or near the top of HIV/AIDS percentages. Anderson County consistently trolled the bottom on matters of poverty, health, STD infections, crime rates, unemployment, and how these matters enable to their relation. 

N10 GANGLIA AND DEMOND

I. CASTING AN ENSEMBLE

Leaving tweakers is always a good thing. In Anderson County, everybody seems to be on something. I have began an arrangement in which I go to the apartment of an acquaintance to shower every day. I do not care to move in because I do not wish to get mixed up with anything unseemly. Avoiding drama is an all-consuming task that holds my determination.

N9 A DROLL CHAOS

I. SLOW GONE HELL

It is another miserable afternoon. My stuff is by the street again. It is hot. I am wanting my stuff and none of it is in sight. The cops come and we look around. Nada. He asks me questions and I answer to the best of my knowledge. In the end, I lose again. All of my stuff is on the street. I call a friend of mine to see if he can help me move. He says no. I finally call someone that I used to work for and his assistant comes by to help me. 

N8 TWEAKERS

I. THE DRUG AISLE IN HICKSVILLE

My stuff is fine for a few days. So far, Slinky seems laid back enough. However, I move my stuff into the shed out back. I am rarely there except to shower, tend to the cats, or go through my things. I slept on the couch for a few nights. It may very well be years since I last slept on something soft and conventional. There is a wariness to me and I trust that caution.

N7 TRANSITIONAL

I. LEAVING THE HOUSE OF MONTEZUMA

Redundo and Abnormal buy the House of Montezuma. We waste our time at eviction court. I realize that I am leaving and I have been wanting to leave. Everything is beside the fence. I lay down at six a.m. Redundo opens the door bitching at eight a.m. I am surprised and coming out of a dead sleep. I panic and begin throwing everything over the fence. I tell the neighbors that I will come back and get it. The neighbor does not understand English. He merely nods. 

N6 OPPORTUNE VENDETTAS

I. STACKING THE COLLATERAL DAMAGE

I can not claim Redundo and Abnormal among my multitude of fans. This was not always the case and the change occurred when they shorted me forty-five dollars on a job. I had been shorted before and I had enough. After being frustrated in trying to collect, I made some signs. They called the cops. Why do people think that cops are stupid? Shortly thereafter, someone called CPS on them and I was blamed. You can not deny the timing. No one asked me anything, my guilt was merely assumed. I look at what is coming as their second or third attempt at revenge.