I'm Le Capitaine, and I'm fookin' 'omeless

Hi, I'm Le Capitaine, and you may remember me from such works as Butterflies, Formula MAX, some old people music, some scribbles that went nowhere, and some pretentious YouTube comments.

What I'm doing here

I was in an ~interesting~ environment. At age 31, this year saw me through some ~fascinating~ events that forced me to realise that 1. I was going to die someday, and 2. I wasn't the family crazy, they were just all fucking morons who needed a convenient scapegoat. That meant disability status, leaving me completely locked out of active life for everything from jobs to housing, plus everything I said and did being put through the prism of ~crazy person noises.~ Except when they needed a convenient errand boy. Or a cash cow.

Anyway, I was looking at thirty more years of rotting alive and miserable, so I fucked off, and now I'm slowly learning to be a person again. I've never been so creative, which is great, and I'm also homeless.

By some miracle, I could get on the phone with our comically saturated emergency services, and I believe I'm set to get shelter that'll get me into proper active life. France being France, count months, and I'll need someplace to be until then. This means YOU, dear viewer, specifically your money.

Why I'm invested in doing this now instead of later

Because apparently, it's not very long until homelessness grows so severe that nobody wants you back in society. Well, that or you're dead.

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Also, my PC hasn't been stolen yet.

The numbers

I've blown the whistle to the disability office, so my disability status, and therefore income, are going to get pulled at any moment. I'm looking at €350 for the month, and we'll see after that.

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