8:00 a.m. I woke up at my girlfriend’s apartment and I began to get ready for the day. I let my girlfriend know that I’m going to be heading out to visit my mother.
9:00 a.m. I stopped in Danvers to visit my friend. He’s been going through some things, and had texted me recently to thank me for being such a devoted friend. When I get to his apartment he’s sleeping. Sneak in as not to wake him and I spend some time scrolling around on social media waiting for him to wake up.
10:00 a.m. my friend woke up and we had a conversation. He talks to me about some of the things that are going on in his life. I let him know that I’m always there to support him no matter what. We had an emotional back and forth discussion and then he heads off to start his day.
11:15 a.m. I called my mother to let her know that I’ll be stopping by. Sundays are Mom’s days. I go over to my mother’s house and she cooks me french fries and fried chicken. I spent some time with my mom and Charlie and let me not forget the cat Weezy.
2:00 p.m. I took a ride over to my friend Fast Freddy’s house who also lives in the same town as my mother. Him and I hungout and talked about life stuff as we always do. Fast Freddy is a smart guy, and we always have deep conversations. I met Fred while I was incarcerated at the Federal prison camp in Devens Massachusetts. We became really good friends there. Fred and I used to have a coffee time almost every night while we were incarcerated together. Fast Freddy looks like Slimer the Ghost from ghost busters, and Slimer was Freddy’s nickname in prison. Our nightly coffee time was called Coffee with Slimer.
4:30 p.m. I drove to Salem to check on Cryin Mike. Mike is in his tent. I call into the tent and Mike tells me that he is cold and that he has a cough. I tell Mike that he can spend the night in my tent if he wants so he will have an air mattress and more blankets. I wait around while Mike transfers his stuff over to my tent. I will admit I had been having some difficulties all day and over the weekend. My girlfriend had been very upset with me for things and reasons that have long passed. I understand that people have trauma, but it is hard to pinpoint the depth of her dissatisfaction with me. Regardless, I’m working hard to be as stable and supportive with her as possible.
5:30 p.m. Once Mike is situated, I drive out to the location of my other camp. I took some snacks from my tent at Cryin Mike’s camp. I also have a new blow up mattress. I hiked out to my camp in the Salem woods. There are some hills, I had strung some rope on a tree down one of the steep hills as a guide, and I used a parachute cord as a guide on one of the other steep hills, this way I don’t slip down the hill in the snow. This has been very helpful in the icy conditions. When I get to my camp I do a video of me blowing up my blower mattress.
Later on I did a video to show how the wind is blowing the tent around. It’s a cold night and my sleep is a little restless. Regardless, I get some rest and, all in all, it is a good night.
HINDSIGHT: 10/24/2025
This was a hard day for me, and I didn’t express it much in my writing. It was tremendously cold with snow covering the landscape from the recent snow storm. The sky’s were cloudy, and it would get dark before 5pm. My girlfriend had called me that night. I had been devoted and dedicated to her and her son. I had just bought her a car, and I was in the process of finding her a new apartment, which I also planned to help her pay for. I was being nothing but supportive and loving to her. She called me while I was enroute to check on Cryin Mike. She was yelling at me telling me what a scum bag I was because I had told her nearly a year ago that I had thought to have my previous girlfriend, or ex ex girlfriend, before her be my camera woman for this project. My girlfriend would bring this up constantly as proof that I didn’t love her, because I had not asked if she wanted to help me with my Homeless project. She would tell me what a loyal and compassionate person she was. She would state that she hates liars because she always tells the truth. She would call me abusive, a narcissist, a liar, a user, she would accuse me of being and doing horrible things, and her only example would always be something inconsiderate I said that hurt her feelings. I always thought this was the result of bipolar episodes. It would last a day or longest a week. I know now that her awful behavior was intentional. It was a way to deflect attention from her misdeeds, and also, I feel, it made her feel good to treat someone close to her like this. It was satisfying for her. She had done it to everyone who had ever been close to her from her parents, to her siblings, to her lovers… She accused me of using her for sex all the time. I will admit I did love that part. Ultimately, if she did not abuse me the way she did, I would have loved all of her. I was just unable to love the rotten darkness that escaped her body in these terrible tirades. I guess if she wanted to be involved in this story so bad, she got it.