Ha, I'm back in LA, and living on my own property. Thing is I'm kinda a squatter on mine own property, for I be sleeping out on the back porch. There be people liven here, and seeing that I've not found real work, I feel like the intruder. Weird. Well not weird, I'm somewhat of a misanthrope. And being that I'm not the same after shattering my spine, work is even a daunting thought. I've been able to keep the collectors at bay through my goggles, but even that had help from loved ones. No one wants to hire a once broken human, they always try to take the high ground by telling you that you may injure yourself in this or that. Gaaaaa, I've not