This is Home and Apparently I Own A Cat?

Oddly in my pursuit to be banished from the interwebs and fail myself again it really kicked in that I have a home and I really don't want to fall this time. Don't get me wrong, I was born into a home with two adults that said they were my parents but it wasn't home. You have to feel comfortable to call a place home. It took me 35 years to have that feeling sink in. In sunk in so much I laughed out loud and I tried to capture the moment for myself and apparently my new pirate cat with an even more pirate style (as of on the open sea) self here:

And fuck yeah I said pirate cat. I'm not sure if he'll (she'll?) stick it out but I hope so. HB is his name. At least while he comes to visit me. And in order to fully understand the magnitude of my shock at being a pirate cat owner I'll first need to explain that having a pirate cat wasn't possible for me about a month ago. Owning a pirate cat on the streets is like trying to make an ice cube last at an ice cream parlor on 4th of July in Death Valley, but harder. That's why I laughed earlier. In not on the streets. I live in a sober living house (hotel) and for HB and I it certainly beats the streets. How HB found me in the middle of all these rooms at 11:30pm two nights ago with temperatures well below freezing and wind chill factor that literally took my breathe away is beyond me. Not to my girl currently incarcerated in a MO state facility though. Her response after I excitedly explained what had transpired the night before was a cute Oh followed by a chuckle mixed up with fuck but lead with the F and then, only you.

Not that the pirate cat picked my room of all the rooms in the hotel almost in the middle of no where. That's not why she fuckled me (lol). It's that HB was also homeless and a trap and release. Those two things in addition to being one lucky pirate cat he (she?) and I paralleled on exactly. We covered my homelessness but not my personal trap and release. Like my girl is about to finish up with in prison, I did nine months in county just before we met. That was only the last time if you catch my drift. So it was a justified fuckling (lol).

All that's behind is now I hope. Not just for me but this is home. This is home for me, my girl she she gets out and for HB the late cat of he so chooses and I can talk the sober living house into it, but I can be pretty persuasive. If I believe in something and I believe there is an answer to homelessness and it starts by owning our doors to three legged hungry pirate cats randomly scratching at your door in the middle of no where even if they aren't sure they'll stay. Yeah three legs is a part of why I call him a pirate cat. Sorry if I offend real pirates out there, but give a guy a break if makes for a better tail (showing and pun intended).

Below are pictures of where I was born and raised in the mountains of Colorado and some projects that HB and I will be working on to make this our home so we can enjoy it and Ciia doesn't feel like she's going from prison to prison.

https://photos.app.goo.gl/bL00EvGlvXJAn8872

The ham cut in half should grow out to be pretty cool from what I hear. I haven't Eben bothered to look it up honestly, but I'll take my grandma's word for it. That and the clippings of various vines are symbolic of our growth this next year and beyond. For me at least. HB and Ciia may feel differently. The ivory canvas was found in an alley and is going to be a painting of a slide of a comic I started while in jail called 2 Cent Stamp. Originally a Nike Swoosh advertisement. Reduce, reuse and recycle my fellow man and woman. Drawing pad goes without saying. The main jar basically empty, my back account after
addiction and pounding the pavement 😞.

I have a lot of people to thank for being where I am right now, but thanking on that level requires thought and sincerity. Right now HB and I are in pirate mode. Going to jam some tunes and make some black tea mixed with instant coffee (my jail house and now sober meth/crack).

Here's to Hector Barbosa, Ciia, my family, my friends, my support, my neighbors, Anyone who read or intends to read anything I've written here, Steemit, Steemians and anyone who wonders the endless dark and lonely streets cheers and Salud!

Eventually I'll need to figure out another way of doing this but thanks for your Steem and for saving my life:

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Thanks for reading another,

AdamRant