I haven't spoken to my family since I went into rehab. I think they are too disappointed in me to take my calls. Whatever the case, it's probably for the best. My cousin, after all, was my dealer.
Anyway, I lost my job as a window-washer. I can no longer climb tall buildings and throw random possessed shoes at people. This stinks. I am currently looking for work as a bum. I think I would be a great bum. I can pan-handle better than most! I think the only thing holding me back is the fact that I am a millionare. Somehow that takes the motivation out of it. Oh well.
I think that next friday I will join the circus temporarily. I figure it will give me a chance to travel, meet new people, and get the hell away from this god-forsaken town for a while. I am itching to get out of here. Literally, I am itching. This place has given me some sort of weird rash. It's very annoying and prickly.
Whatever happens, I will be sure to update you on my progress.