on the street...
ok, i was just reciently kicked out of my home (at the time because for some odd reason im always moving) and I quite litteraly was on the street for about 20 days or so...it didn't really bother me at all...idk {everythings stable at the momment...im still homeless ive found so really good people to stay with untill im sent off to job corps in OR...but thats a different story}
The first night...
The first night i decided not to freak out and to just take things as they came...which is pretty much how i live my life, a really good book to read is The Way Of Failure by Mariana Caplan...back to the story...I remember a mutral friend dropped me off at the gas station across from walmart on forest drive and at that moment i felt like this is really happening i guess i was second guess myself thinking that she was bluffing but on the other hand i prepared myself for the worse...so i got out of the car and said good bye. I didnt have my stuff with me because i needed to find a bag or buy one for that matter.i asume that was my first tast of being homeless...find something to keep my shit in...well at the momment that was last thing running through me mind.
I sat on the bench in front of the shell gas-station becide another homeless person that looked at me in such a way that i decided from that point on i was going to stay clean keep myself up as well as i could and stay busy...that something people dont understand when you homeless time slows down everything you do seems like it takes forever...the days apear to drag in to months and months in to years...until you reacha point that i doesnt matter what you do it's never going to reach 5:00 i say that time because thats the time that you have to start lineing up out side of the olver gosspel mission if you want a place to sleep that is warm and food...the food is really good but they tend to discrimanate you and you fell like they are beating you repeatitively with their eyes...ok to be continued//////////////
