I’m coming up on a huge trauma versary. 10 years ago, 2016, I was homeless and being pimped out for heroin by Barn Cat. It was the manic episode to end all manic episodes. I’ve been desperate to keep my brain restrained for the last 10 years because of the damage done to me, and the damage I did.
Yes he died in Colorado in 2021, I found out 3 months after his death by googling him as I did periodically
I'm sorry. I'm guessing his memory is not a blessing. 😟
I treasure the rare and beautiful moments where he was playing guitar or telling a story and he was really luminous … the rest of the time he was being horrible to me
Jan 22, 2026 21:51
