Well, tonight’s will be my first night back on the streets off San Antonio after a year (11 months & 20 days) . I was actually forced back on the streets by my own niece, who moved bank in with her dad. I had already been invited to stay, by her dad (my bro). But after her derogatory attitude toward me, for the third and last time last night, it was time for mgr to go. Now, earlier today my bro’s texting me about where I am and what I’m doing to which I’m not responding, he’ll figure it out. My negative feelings aren’t toward him but his daughter. Never again will I return to his place with her there , before she moved back in with him here and I were getting along fine. Oh well .