These are new ads everywhere in South Station, the MBTA's most trafficked train station:
Is voyeurism happening in the bathrooms at South Station, victimizing thousands of people every week?
One of the ads says "People jump off trains."
I didn't want to have to live in Braintree; I don't know how many times I have said that since I had the apartment from 2013-2014. It took housing vouchers, which expire if you can't use them in two months. It was where it was suggested that I live by the social services agency whose client I was then.
The day of the lease-signing at the housing authority that manages the voucher, I asked some questions about the lease. A supervisor at the housing authority then put his hands on the table, leaned toward me and screamed at me to sign the papers or he would have security escort me from the premises. I knew that if I didn't glue my mouth shut and sign, the voucher would be taken from me and I'd be indefinitely homeless. I wrote about that when it happened, but the conglomerate likes to hack my phone and spin vicious accusations from the music that I'm listening to and the pages that I'm reading more than it likes to listen to anything that I say, NO MATTER HOW MANY TIMES I SAY IT.
I took what I could get, the way that I have for almost all of my life, the way that I have had to do, even though the people who force me into bad situations then blame me for how bad the situations are.
