Arrival of blue jay man.
In May 2019, I found myself experiencing homelessness once again. As had occurred numerous times before, I simply couldn't manage. Despite considering myself reasonably intelligent, my persistent inability to handle money and finances continued to trouble me. You'd think I would have figured this out by now. History repeated itself; I essentially gave away all my possessions. I took my truck to the scrapyard, drove it across the scales, and received $220. Just two months prior, I had spent $800 on the tires for that very truck. I returned to my empty apartment, possessing only a single bag containing a few articles of clothing, hygiene items, paper for writing, and some snacks. I walked toward downtown St. Joseph, in the same direction as the Missouri River. Within minutes, I found natural shelter beneath an old oak tree. Near the river, you always receive unbiased acknowledgment. It's the wildlife that seems to have a knack for finding you. It might be a pesky raccoon, a s...