I am working on a story which you have seen part of once, I believe.
It is called The I Wonder Story for some reason, which will probably be elucidated in the story itself.
It takes place in the fall of 1985, about a year or so after
I reentered polite society in the spring of 1984 by agreeing to live at Heritage House, a boarding house for men and women
who could not be expected to take care of themselves. Heritage House had several attractions: First, there was
nothing else available; Second, they fixed regular meals; Third, I would have a bed of my own, and Fourth, I would have a
roof over my head and an address again.
It was time for me to come in from the cold and I appreciated
the features I have enumerated above.
I think it would be very boring to list or even write much about
the places I have lived, which are numerous, though it is interesting to me to remember them and how I found ways of enhancing
my life while under a rather oppressive system of rules and regulations.
