There were about twelve soup kitchens in Seattle, so finding the soup kitchen proved a massive struggle. I might as well have been trying to find a needle in a haystack. Or maybe trying to find a shred of sanity in this mad world. This planet is a giant psychiatric hospital, corporations are the nurses, and we’re the goddamn patients.
The least she could have done was give me an address… I don’t even know where to start looking. It’s going to be nightfall before I find what I’m looking for.
Not knowing my directions around town, I tried going around nearby bus stops to find one with a map. It took me around five tries to finally find one, and it was the very last one there. Grabbing it, I looked through all the soup kitchens and decided to first go to the one called St. Teresa’s that w
