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I got a text from the homeless guy today. He's living in another state now. He sent me a picture from his phone that he took of Gaines. It made me cry. His silvery bluish double coat fur...so pretty. He also said I could claim him on my taxes this year (he lived here for what, half of last year? It's legal) and if I got money back I keep half and send him half. I don't mind doing that...but I don't know if I'll get much back anyway...the making work pay credit saved my butt and it's gone.
He went on to tell me his sis has cancer. She still lives here. Fuck cancer. He said life is short and can suck (and really, his family has been through hell and back) and that I did a lot for him, and he has no ill feelings.
I have no ill feelings either. I never could hold a grudge and don't like harboring old resentments. I can't forget what he put me through on one hand, but on the other it was nice to hear, for once, that he recognizes what I did for him.
But, he's a charmer, and when he's nice like that it's very easy for me to forget that it was pure hell for a while, him being here.
Still, he's thousands of miles away and can't hurt me now. I mean, I let it go on, being too nice and too wimpy...and he took excellent advantage of that.
Just a very odd moment in time.
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