My clothes got stolen...

The good thing about being a Social Distortion fan is that whatever happens in your life, they have a song for it.  "Bad Luck." 

I'm homeless.  I'm not shy about mentioning it, when it comes up in conversation or writing, but I don't bitch and moan about it in my blog, for the most part.  I lost my storage unit, just couldn't pay the nearly $300 a month, a couple weeks ago.  My fault, no one else's, shit happens.  For a couple weeks, I've had about two changes of clothes.  They were almost all dirty, in a plastic bag, and definitely needed washing.  Pretty ripe.  Someone stole those while I was sleeping last night.  I'm pretty sure it wasn't the local mountain lion, or the coyotes, they aren't my size, and have better taste should they decide to where clothes.  So it was probably one of the many roaming crackheads or tweekers.  Fuckin' street zombies. It's L.A., shit happens.   

On the bright side, I don't have to do laundry today.  I'll be modeling the new homeless cologne, Stench, for Men (it helps with social distancing).  OK... moving on...  We all have days when we wake up, and Life says...