"At The End of This Period"

 ....to paraphrase what my Miami Public Defender told me about my dear ex-friend Alex and how he wanted to engage.  The actual quote was something more like:

"I don't want to engage with you during this period."

Ouch.  What a thing to say to someone who was wrongfully imprisoned by the Miami Police for 3 months because I was charged with felonious battery on a police officer.

Just one look at the horrific body cam proved he battered me - so badly they had to take me to Mount Sinai Miami and put 3 staples in my head.  Then, off to jail for 3 months.

Last night, I didn't sleep.  I was in my head, hearing voices who echo'd my thoughts mostly and spun them in an unknown direction the rest of the time.  I kept hearing "it's paid for."

What is? I'm broke as a joke.  Maybe that's why it's paid for.

So I walked to work.  I'm charging my phone (for some reason I got the inclination to throw away all of my chargers so I have to go into the office to charge at a desktop station) and I booked at desk at the WeWork near the airport just in case I feel like making the trek.

What I really want? I want love.  I don't want to get angered by someone on the street that looks like they're coming right for me causing me to walk in the middle of the road.  I don't want to have to clean out a WeWork fridge hoping there is barely expired food that I can still eat, and stealing non-expired food that looks like people wouldn't notice.

I want a job.

Can anyone help?