Angels Lie to Keep Control

Re: This Election

I do not have a dog in this fight.

I have come, to howl with the wolves.

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I answered a call yesterday from .
10:00am tomorrow, someone is putting a list in my hands.
With luck one of the on it will be mine by the end of the day.
I won't be anymore.

I'm still here .
I'm coming .
I .

I'm not here to entertain you.
Woke is a stupid, arbitrary euphamism.
This is really happening to someone... who's only crime was getting hurt.

And, not satisfied with that, someone who's wife conjured an entire backstory that never happened.
I'd have told them if they asked.

My Son thinks I don't care enough to call because my number is . I haven't held him in a year because... She me.

It's that to a from a 's life.

-so, I should be more convincing, more charming, to stop being by a ?

The in my head won't stop to let me . The clearer my mind gets the more pain I feel. It me.
But even when it hasn't, demand for a guy with no address covered in curb dust is... well, a .
A joke to you.
It just makes me want to .
But I don't.

"You need to do the right things in order for your to !"

He's twelve and hasn't had a who him by his side for five years.

Tell me the to do, give me the , what scrap of my would you like? I don't want it.

Just .

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"Kill me dead,
or hear me out."

Good morning.

Well, morning for you. If I'm lucky, soon, good night for me. These days, four AM knows all my secrets.

Whether you decide My cause is worth supporting or decide to hide this without anyone seeing it, could I ask you to do something?

After you've read, consider for a moment that I'm not lying or embellishing..consider, for just a few seconds that after a debilitating brain injury YOUR child was snatched away and you were thrown into the street.

Imagine watching as you were slowly erased from your most precious creations life and the memories of a bond as ancient as our kind were poisoned... until your baby, the scent of who's hair you can still photographically recall...
can't even look you in the face.

Five years.
I stumbled around in a stupor of disbelief and pain I pray none of you will ever be able to grasp, for five... hellish... terrifying years. Some of you have seen me. In Montrose, certainly..He's there right now, my Son William... waist long hair from when I told him at three;
"No one will ever make you cut it, unless YOU want to."

His dark eyes soft, sad, believing I didn't care.

Before I beat my addictions, (accumulated AFTER I was tossed out here), I tried to stop many times.
It would go well for a day....two.

Then, his laugh would slowly begin echoing in my memory.
His words trickling then roaring until I longed with every cell of my being to drive nails into my ears.

They were such amazing memories. They should have made me so happy. I tell people now that sitting in a room playing video games with him, cracking on each other and laughing is my idea of heaven.

I am not exaggerating.

But when those memories come in the context of that which you've lost, what may be gone forever, even images of your own heaven quickly become a living hell.
Unable to go back I felt left with one simple decision.

Addiction or death-
Numbness or agony-
Oblivion, or despair..choose.

My name is Daniel Gage. I was from Montrose. In a way I still am. My heart still dwells in the apartment I chose when we came here seven years ago. I was the victim of a traumatic brain injury caused by a hit-and-run driver, told Houston doctors were especially good at treating them..His name is William, my little Boy. He turns twelve on Monday. I am desperately fighting for him. I am doing this while working my way out of homelessness.

The reason I'm asking for help here is there are things I badly need. I have to hire a lawyer. There are day to day necessities I simply cannot afford. Even the things I can vanish quickly. Theft runs rampant among the Houston Homeless community.

There is no legal reson for my Son to be withheld from me.
I am clean of any drugs.
I don't even drink.
I was a good father.
(Am... am a good father).
I love him and want to be in his life more than anything in the world.

But those were the accusations leveled at a badly injured, confused man that landed me on the sidewalks of Montrose.

No one, at any point in my ordeal even bothered to ask me if any of it were true...(It wasn't).

There is no reason for William to be without a Dad. I am doing all I can. I have worked myself into collapse many times.
I am standing outside pounding on the door, begging through sobs just to hold him again.

I need your help. I need to make them hear me.

I've started a fundraiser:

http://gofundme.com/mylifemyson

I post updates through GoFundMe, and go into a bit more detail there.

My Cash App tag is $danielawgage
Funds reach me faster through this.
My profile is here:
Http://cash.app/danielawgage

I am down to six dollars.

Please.
I'm begging you.
Help us.

I am fighting for my Son from the Houston streets., organized by Daniel Gage My name is Daniel. I am desperately fighting for my Son, William Gage … Daniel Gage needs your support for I am fighting for my Son from the Houston streets.

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I haven't seen a in days. I stay , quiet, as gets closer.
I'm where the help each other. faces with tears.

My is $danielawgage

Alternative
http://GoFundMe.com/danielawgage

I will not to stay.
I'm not going .

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I haven't seen a in days. I stay , quiet, as gets closer.
I'm where the help each other. faces with tears.

My is $danielawgage

Alternatively
http://GoFundMe.com/danielawgage

I will not to stay.
But I'm not going .

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Despite a very few days, I'm to keep this going. Let's the and spread the !
I am a .
I love my , he's my .

I need to end this pain.
Help me make it into pure joy.

We were awesome at that.

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But here's the news - my to with my has completely stalled. 😢 I really need your support to make it happen!

I'm a who wants to be a very big part of the of my , my ,

my .