Often times life doesn't make sense. I've discovered this over many years of participating in it, and it's proving itself to be that way again.

I finally got myself settled into this little trailer park in southern Alabama for the month of October, rent paid to both the trailer owner and the space landlord, along with utilities.

I'd already gotten thrown in the hospital and lost my phone, both as a result of drinking last month. Then I managed to recover and was looking forward to life on a day by day sober basis.

Suddenly my closest family said trailer living was not acceptable for me, I had fucked it up, and it was time to move into a nursing home. No more independent living for me, I've been evicted.

So, I will have two options at that point. Go along with the new plan and accept a nursing home, or my grand-daughter will get an emergency power of attorney and I won’t have the power to make any decisions for myself any longer. I will end up in a nursing home/mental facility because I'm a danger to myself and others.

Man it's good to have family!