
the moment you realize you are truly free, is the moment you take a set of keys off your key ring, and for the first time ever, replace them with nothing.
just an empty miniature barrell of monkeys. hanging on a hook in my parents' kitchen.
because as of now, i am homeless.
home-less
the way i see it, one less thing to worry about. one less thing to have.
nothin' left to lose.
since high school ended, i have moved nine times.
i have had 10 different roommates not including the 40 people i lived with in residence or my parents.
since i started working, i have had 13 jobs. 14 if i count my paper route, more if i count babysitting.
next job on april 21.
next place of residence, a tent somewhere in bc.
"freedom's just another word for nothin' left to lose..."
and buddy, that's good enough for me.
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