What does it mean to be homeless
When I was sixteen, in nineteen sixty seven, I became homeless. My father was abusive so my mother left. My brother and sister had already moved out so I was left alone which Clarence. I took it for two weeks before I packed a few things into a small bag walked out to the highway and stuck out my thumb.
For the next three years I was homeless. Some mornings I would wake up with no money and no food. But somehow I never went to sleep hungry. I hitchhiked across the country met many people people saw many sites listened to some great music and then at age nineteen settled down got a job and a place to live. Other than a short stint in the Texas prison system for smoking marijuana, I have worked and rented or owned a home ever since.
But things happened to us all. We get old. We make bad decisions. We Trust. And sometimes we become homeless again.
In many ways being homeless is a form of freedom. No more worries about furnaces or water heaters or broken pipes or stopped up toilets or maintenance of any kind.
Being homeless is nothing to be ashamed of in this Society where the rich get richer and the poor get screwed on a daily basis. It's hard to believe that this country I grew up in has has become such an uncaring cold militarized place.
As I mentioned before I am currently living in the garage of my very oldest and best friend in Texas along with my dog Duchess. We were only going to be here for a month or so and it's been almost a year now. We've more than worn out our welcome and need to be on our way so as soon as possible we will be heading for Colorado. We are not going to be homeless under a bridge in a city when we can live in a national forest.
Social Security provides enough to pay my credit card debt, buy food and small amounts of gas so we won't be going very far very often once we get there.
https://gofund.me/an-old-dog-an-old-man-in-an-old-tru?pc=tw_co_share_w&rcid=r01-151845715937-9852559c3494457d
For the next three years I was homeless. Some mornings I would wake up with no money and no food. But somehow I never went to sleep hungry. I hitchhiked across the country met many people people saw many sites listened to some great music and then at age nineteen settled down got a job and a place to live. Other than a short stint in the Texas prison system for smoking marijuana, I have worked and rented or owned a home ever since.
But things happened to us all. We get old. We make bad decisions. We Trust. And sometimes we become homeless again.
In many ways being homeless is a form of freedom. No more worries about furnaces or water heaters or broken pipes or stopped up toilets or maintenance of any kind.
Being homeless is nothing to be ashamed of in this Society where the rich get richer and the poor get screwed on a daily basis. It's hard to believe that this country I grew up in has has become such an uncaring cold militarized place.
As I mentioned before I am currently living in the garage of my very oldest and best friend in Texas along with my dog Duchess. We were only going to be here for a month or so and it's been almost a year now. We've more than worn out our welcome and need to be on our way so as soon as possible we will be heading for Colorado. We are not going to be homeless under a bridge in a city when we can live in a national forest.
Social Security provides enough to pay my credit card debt, buy food and small amounts of gas so we won't be going very far very often once we get there.
https://gofund.me/an-old-dog-an-old-man-in-an-old-tru?pc=tw_co_share_w&rcid=r01-151845715937-9852559c3494457d
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