The day I got dumped at the soup kitchen in Providence, early fall 2006
I persuaded him to deposit the check and give me the money. I had been robbed the day before, so I didn’t have an ID or I would have cashed it myself. I can see why he felt freaked out by me right away. I got the prescription and we had great rapport as we shopped. I wanted to make him chicken soup to show him how grateful and domestic I could be. I wanted so badly to be under a roof as long as possible.
We chilled and chatted. Then I weirded him out by taking a bath in his tub. Again, I can see how he would feel having his privacy invaded and maybe he was feeling…
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