One moment everything's normal...... secure..... safe..... the next it's a terrifying gong show. And all it takes is one boy.

It would be very easy to become resentful. After all, by his very presence he throws into question my evasion of homelessness. He deprives me of the home I've grown to love. He occupies the only person I EVER hang out with and somehow I'm just supposed to be thrilled. I ought to hate him.

But I don't. And I am happy for them. But I'm cranky. So sue me. I don't care. If anyone wants to take in a poor kid and a dog for minimal rent.......