To-day, walking (with my crutch) to lunch, someone attacked me in the street, .Hyde Street. I went walking past, this person started yelling at me " Where's my twenty dollars!?? " was what the incomprehensible thing be was yelling at me turned out to be.
I crossed the street, he FOLLOWED ME into the street and HIT ME, repeating this - I collapsed/fell onto the ground,
(intententionally I guess -might as well get some attention) yelling " HELP! HELP! " - I guess he went away, someone else did come along (in the middle of the street remember) and helped me up. And how was your day?
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Renal kidney failure, congestive heart failure, COPD. Can't really get up from a floor position unhelped anymore:-(.
One of the walking wounded ~ SMASHED DOWN by life and age, now prevented from even expressing myself! SOB.
" Oh, no! First you have to PROVE you deserve to go away to college! " ~ My mother, 1978 (the heyday of Andy Gibb and Player). I would still like to go.
My life destroyed by Thorazine and Mellaril - and rape - and the Psychiatric/Industrial Complex. SOB:-(! !! !! !! !! !! !! !! !! !!