I’m alive. No thanks to the City of Bellingham, which has given itself over completely to crack heads and junkies.

I’ve spent the last two weeks sleeping on a sidewalk while all around me people smoke crack and meth out in the open. Someone threatened to kill my dog and had her friends do things like walk by thumping a skillet against their thighs while looking at me menacingly. There was a dusty station wagon that belongs to one of the meth freaks they drove by and tried to scare me.

Pro-tip little kiddies. If you’re going to try and scare someone with a potential “drive by” scenario, maybe take the license plates off your car? Or at least try a ride that is remotely menacing. That dusty old brown station wagon made me think I was about to be attacked by welfare moms.

A couple of days ago, some meth dealer from Yakima tried to get me to buy “powder” from him in the WTA parking lot. When I told him to get out of my face, he threatened to kill me. When I mentioned this to a woman who was coming to work – that this guy was a drug dealer threatening people – she went to her boss to have me ejected from the property.

Let me tell you, the WTA is the biggest offender in Bellingham. Want to buy crack? Go to the WTA parking lot on Railroad and York and just stand there. You’ll get offers. LOTS of them. Same with crystal meth. Shards, clear, powder…. whatever you call your drug of choice, the fine folks at the WTA, the former Base Camp, and the Bellingham Police all work together to ensure you can purchase and use that product right on city property, in full view of security cameras.

The WTA are scumbags.

But hey… more about all of that later.

Everything I own is gone. My gaming rig. My DJ controller. All my Terry Pratchett first editions. My Joy Division vinyl. Everything I’ve ever cared about in my life. Gone. Into the dumpster. Unknowingly, my mother has trashed the family Bible and all the pictorial history of her entire family.

And I don’t care.

I have my dog. She’s exhausted, poor thing. 10 1/2 years old and she stuck by me like a champ.

I have my hard drive. All my digital life is still intact. I will just need new equipment to use it. Eventually.

And I have a crappy old laptop I grabbed knowing I might have to, well, still exist.

And it runs Guild Wars 2. The graphics are awful. It’s taken me 18 hours to update my install.

But it works.

Tomorrow is for fighting back. Tomorrow is for telling the world what a rancid butthole the City of Bellingham has become, and what a miserable failure Kim Lund has been as a mayor.

Today is for autism. Today is for cuddling with my dog, and for allowing my monotropism to run wild.

Tomorrow is for fighting for my life. Today is for living it.

Today is for Tyria.