Despite all my troubles with money, the roof over my head and state of the human condition, I think of myself as a person living a relatively good life.
There were several different occasions in which I could have loss my life, but I’m still here.
One of those occasions was when contracted HIV back in 1989. And because I really didn’t want to live anymore back then, refused taking HIV medication until 2017.
I think there are at least two reasons why didn’t die: a kick ass immune system and my personal war with what ever passes for a Supreme Being.
It was simple, I wanted to die, the Supreme Being stopped me.
And I have say, we are likely still at odds with each other.
I was considering going off the meds, because I hate medication, but realized that I still have sex with folks then I should protect them from the virus.
And I think that’s a good reason.
Because the labor environment has changed, I’m considering a work a home job.
Crossing fingers!
And by the way, have a happy 4th of July!
Liferaft in the Abyss 