WE'RE IN CRISIS

     NOBODY, VISIBLE TO ME, HAS HELPED. THE POLICE OFFICERS WERE HOSTILE. THE LOCAL HOMELESS SHELTER THREW ME OUT WITHOUT AN INTAKE INTERVIEW. NOBODY WOULD CALL THE SALVATION ARMY IN SALINAS, NOR THE LOCAL UNITED WAY, FOR ME.

     I CALLED FOR AN AMBULANCE.  THE ER DIDN'T ACKNOWLEDGE THE PEOPLE AND ROBOTS OVERLAPPING ME, OUT LOUD.  THE CASE WORKER GAVE ME A LOCAL BUS DAY PASS AND MISINFORMATION.  THEY DIAGNOSED NODULES ON MY LUNGS.  MY LUNGS?

     I TOOK THE BUS, TO THE LOCAL LIBRARY.  I USED PRICELINE TO PRE-PAY, A HOTEL RESERVATION.  THERE WAS NO CAB SERVICE.  I WALKED, WITH MY SUITCASE, ON THE TORN UP SIDEWALKS.  THE WHEELS ARE RUINED.  I RODE THE BUS, TO THE HOTEL.

     THERE'S NO BUS SERVICE, ON WEEKENDS AND HOLIDAYS.  THIS MORNING, I WALKED BACK TO THE LIBRARY.  I HAVE A BUS TICKET TO DENVER.  I HAVE A PLANE TICKET, FROM THERE, TO PORTLAND, OR.

     I'M TOLD THAT SAM WAS ABLE TO PICK UP THE CAR THAT WE BOUGHT.  I HAVEN'T SEEN IT.  IT FOLLOWS ME, AROUND.  HE'LL SHIP IT, BACK, TO PORTLAND.

     I DON'T KNOW HOW TO SURVIVE, ON MY OWN, IN PORTLAND.

     WE'RE IN CRISIS.