I am smoking my last couple of cigarettes. I feel better tonight than I have felt in two weeks. Physically I am not in any noticeable pain and my mind is not vacant like last night and the night before, after a drink of small baileys. Do you see what a mad house this yellow little house is? I used to think it was cursed by murders and buried cadavers. The vibe is odd when you move in. The real estate agent did not like the house vibe he told me. Cops have been more extreme in their utter unreasonable violence in here with me on two occasions than ever anywhere before in 40 years (both time an ambulance was the call that was made). This house is bad news. But the paint job was awesome and it is our shelter.