Dec 14, 2017
hospitality
So Logan was homeless again. He’d technically been homeless over a year at this point, moving from friends’ houses, in with partners, out to another friends’, really just couchsurfing as far as he could get. But he was at the end of his rope and had no more willing friends left. Maybe he could give it a week or so and try again, but he was hard up at the moment, and not trying to sleep under a bridge just yet. So he found his way to Joey’s, the last resort that never let him down. Logan knocked a couple times, then laid his head against the doorframe, spinning out a little and utterly exhausted.
