April 2025 and onward from my last post yesterday at https://etroyal.com/january-15-2026/
I’m trying to summarize all of this faster so am skipping some stuff I could write a ton about. I left off at I was in Houston with Covid and got disoriented and lost my wallet, though I managed to fix my car up some to get me around while I’d taken the public transportation. I lost my wallet with my ID and left Houston for San Antonio because my Aunt offered me to visit to help me get my ID back. I drove to San Antonio. (My aunt) Welcomed me into her home though was very upset I was not dressed up nicer. I had told her since I lost my wallet, I was not able to do anything the last few days and had waited, hoping I would get a call back that someone had turned it in to the police. I had a brand-new dress shirt and dress pants on me and forgot to wear those. That Covid episode messed me up. I told my mom later on that I think my aunts viewpoint of me went from one of her favorite family memories to she doesn’t ever want to have anything to do with me because of the way I was dressed when I showed up to her house. I showed up with my work boots on, though a couple of months earlier I was wearing those to church, well the boots anyways, the dress outfit was something I would have worn to church, and I had it on the seat next to me. I knew her since I was little and had taken me on road trips all over the place. I got to talking to her about my situation and trying to figure out what to do. I basically just need my ID and some sort of proof of who I am at the ID place. I should’ve gone up to DPS to see if I could do a fingerprint match and if that was good enough to get a new ID. I didn’t think of trying that. I remembered I had a birth certificate back in Honey Grove and my stuff was in that room I had rented and couldn’t afford. I had basically abandoned most of my belongings, which isn’t much, because I wasn’t getting along there and didn’t have anywhere else to put it. I hadn’t thought my car would make it to Houston when I left or I would’ve packed everything up to take to storage that I have in Houston. Tia drives me to Honey Grove to pick up my stuff. Visit my mom. We visit the Eiffel tower in Paris, TX while driving around. Come back to San Antonio. Tells me about a temp agency that can get me work that she went to in the past. Tells me I should consider applying for disability when I told her all about all the scenarios I went through and to get back on my ADD meds. I had gone a year completely sober and thought I was perfectly fine, but she was pressing the issue a lot. Probably because I was having some trouble talking and had checked in for attention deficit after losing a previous job. The temp agency got me into a job that sorts mail for an insurance company, categorizing lots of mail with pills. It was like playing the maracas all day, scanning mail, and putting it all into whatever destination containers they were for. The stay there was hectic after a while. I got my first paycheck, and my aunt gave me or lent me one of her suitcases one day and said I need to leave. I check into a hotel down the road from the job I landed. I have my birth certificate and had also found my previous ID that was enough for me to apply for a new one. While I was there I notice something about how she talks as if she knew a lot of the stuff I was going through that reminds me of when I helped my mom move to her new place in Honey Grove and suddenly after she met some of the neighbors, I could sense a change in the way she talked to me as if she was following along with what I did on my phone or computer, and who I was talking to and where I was earlier that day as if I had some monitor on me that was giving out all my information. The phone probably blasting everything out publicly. That has got very loud. I wrote about that a lot in previous posts. I work the temp agency place for a while with most of my money going towards the hotel payment. In my free time, if I had some money to spare, I tried to fix the car up some more and picked up some new tires. Not much else happens besides work and hotel and watch tv, work and hotel, work and hotel. I sent flowers to my secret crush. I finished an app on the Google Play Store that I had started about a year earlier but put on pause because it’s when I got the note to vacate the house at moms in Honey Grove. I remember back when that first happened is when I picked up coding apps for Android. I had just barely picked that up again and was reading all the documentation on it and threw up some simple apps on time, watch, alarm clock and compass. In my free time in San Antonio, I got to publish that finally after making it look a little bit better. Eight months later and it’s the holidays. I survived eight months driving down the street to work, where it seem like a ton of cars are trying every scenario they can to wreck into me on my way to work. I got the idea everyone is trying to get rid of me, not everyone, some people like me. I went back to seeing a doctor about attention deficit around Halloween, around this time I was noticing, I think they’re trying to get rid of me and not only that the whole scenario at that job felt like some trap to ridicule harass me so I had started drawing some cartoons at home in my free time to destress and publish some on my Twitter, one of which went along the lines of Ooma Thorman giving Bill from Kill Bill a blow job after getting decapitated with a sword I made up to counteract this overwhelming Kill Bill thought I picked up going through some movie titles. Writing in this journal is something else that took up some of my free time. I started this a year ago when I got unemployed and listed all these movie titles I noticed I was associated with since I was born. I started writing them down in order since 1982 when I was born and every time I thought of a new one that I suddenly realized I was associated with, I added it to my list. Some of these movies I noticed were talking about some sort of assassination attempt. I had not noticed that was about me before. I’m drawing all these cartoons and publishing them on Twitter, revenge cartoons, because I don’t know what else to do about that. I’m completely sober, but my mind is crazy thinking about all this and the cartoons probably making everyone upset. I got back to see the doctor about attention deficit because I can’t barely talk anymore. The temp agency called and said the mail sorting place didn’t want me there anymore after I went to see the doctor. I got reassigned to some new job doing contract work at the Airforce base that was remodeling a building. I was there for a couple of weeks, then a different job for a couple of weeks. It’s basically the holidays, Thanksgiving and Christmas and New Years and I’m bounced around between jobs and days without pay. I moved to a new housing situation; that’s kind of like a hotel and costs less. House Hotel. This is where I’m at now. I went to visit my mom for Christmas but I was almost broke so we didn’t get to do much. Then the new job laid me off so am applying for unemployment again. I’m back where I was a year ago except I’m in San Antonio now, the cars works a little bit better, I got to write down a lot of stuff on this journal that makes sense of all the stuff I’ve gone through in the last 40 years that didn’t know was happening. It was like unraveling a puzzle. I saw some movie titles talking about riddles, and some associations with the Riddler from Batman and an association with the movie Saw, that I now remember I need to add to that list. I think Saw is one of the movies that associate me with SA, San Antonio.