Rising from the ashes

I am homeless. The three most terrible words I have ever had to type. Oh, I am not talking homeless crashing on a buddies couch either. I am talking skid row, Hobo with a shotgun, no where to go homeless. Now before you start to offer me a place to stay let me say this...I am not taking offers. It has been rough watching friends and family turn me down that I am done with it. Besides I am not writing this to play upon your sympathy.
This is the chronicle of my rise from the bottom to where I want to be. It is unfortunate that my path has taken my this way but that which does not kill us makes us stronger. I should damn near be at Incredible Hulk levels of strength.
Most people in my position would blame others. I can only blame myself. I zigged when I should have zagged. I trusted in the wrong people. I was too soft to be in this business...too trusting....too friendly. I am an unfinished blade...the blacksmith has a few more imperfections to chip away from me. Faults will fall along the wayside...friendships and jobs that won't promote me or benefit me will not be accepted. I am all about business right now...Alfred Green's business. Sorry but the cool guy I was can't survive anymore. The guppy has been replaced with a shark.
Right now is my rebuilding year...and It's going to be all high powered offense and crushing defense.

I am homeless...but I am not hopeless.