Because of my history of heart attack (’96) and the 325mg of aspirin I take a day, the dentist wants me to see an oral surgeon to pull the tooth. This will have to wait until Monday as tomorrow I will be moving from the relative lap of luxury here in Chelsea into a HASA (HIV and AIDS Services Administration) hotel. Which brings us, finally, to the point of this blog. I started this as a documentary/art project because I can’t find a reliable account of what, exactly, a HASA hotel is like. So we, you and I, will find out. Tomorrow morning at 9am I will go to my HASA case worker, the lovely and talented Ms. Cobb, and she will tell me what hotel I will be checking into while we look for congregate housing. Don’t be concerned if you don’t know the terms. I will explain things as we progress on our journey.
باسم الله، والحمد لله. المجد إنا إليه الذي خلق هذا النقل، وبالنسبة لنا، على الرغم من أننا لم نتمكن من إنشائه لوحدنا. وإنا ربنا سنعود.