made it..

So, here I am. I’m in Florida. In Pompano Beach, in my new apartment - with nothing but a stack of clothes, some cigs, a laptop and my cat. On a dial-up until tomorrow or weds.

My apartment is quite a bit smaller than I’d expected it to be. it’s not clostrophobic for me.. but it’s kinda small anywho.

God this is lonely out here… I don’t know anyone out here. Even the chick who picked me up from the airport lives way out in Miami, which is about 30-45 mins. away. I feel like I shoulda moved to Miami, I think I’m living in the old-folks district. Nothing but trees and apartments out here. Though, it is quite beautiful.

When I got into the apartment, and unpacked, I tried feeding bouschka and giving him some water. He wouldn’t eat. He just cried aloud for about 20 mins. I had to leave, I thought I’d check my mail. So, the phone company sent me their little "welcome" packet. I went to the soda machine… no Dr. Pepper. I thought "okay, sprite works for now" but no… it’s sold out. So is everything else in the machine, fuckin’ thing wouldn’t even give me my change. I walked a few more feet to the water fountain… turning the knob made the water come out about 1/4" from the nozzle. God I’m thirsty..

to Celina… I’m sorry.

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