Tyler CJ Letren

11/11

I woke up on the wrong side of the bed this morning and blamed it on skipping my Red Bull. The truth is my mother had just told me she has stage 1 ovarian cancer. I sulked in bed for a while, and when I finally got up, there was a half-empty can of original Red Bull waiting on the shelf of my mini-fridge.

My hot water is out for line repairs, so I brushed my teeth with cold water. Not too bad, though I’m not ready for a cold morning shower, even if it might help. I still have a bit of the joint I bought yesterday, and I ordered some light groceries from Target through DoorDash (peanut butter, Red Bull, an apple, and tuna), plus a plate from Panda Express.

Then I opened my window, and now I’m writing on November 11, 2026. 11/11 might literally be the turning point for me. I’m no longer homeless, I’m afraid of becoming motherless, and I’m still not a gigolo.