When things are going well, people humbly enjoy their lives. When things get shitty, people quietly look out for each other. I think there’s something admirable in that.
I can’t explain my whole life obviously. I got into this position due to a complex set of mistakes and misfortunes. I take responsibility for the mistakes, but the misfortunes. I don’t know.
I have to take life as it is. with enthusiasm!
I’ve been on and off the streets for almost a decade.
Personal dissuasions with panhandling. NO problem with someone giving me something, like a Christmas present,
but asking? For some reason, I can’t.
The South Wilmington Street Shelter apparently has decent people but I don’t think I can do it. I’d rather steal, drink, and sleep on the street at this point then be ordered around all day and night in this place. I can’t deal with case managers, church members, etcetera, while my siblings get married and live their lives and my step dad takes nothing of what I say seriously.
I have a job up north that requires gear and I’m stubbornly fixed on making my way there without having to ask for help. I’m on the street.
I have aspirations to live on the road and create something on the web. But delicate things break and get stolen.
I can’t explain my whole life obviously. I got into this position due to a complex set of mistakes and misfortunes. I take responsibility for the mistakes, but the misfortunes. I don’t know.
I have to take life as it is. with enthusiasm!
I’ve been on and off the streets for almost a decade.
Personal dissuasions with panhandling. NO problem with someone giving me something, like a Christmas present,
but asking? For some reason, I can’t.
The South Wilmington Street Shelter apparently has decent people but I don’t think I can do it. I’d rather steal, drink, and sleep on the street at this point then be ordered around all day and night in this place. I can’t deal with case managers, church members, etcetera, while my siblings get married and live their lives and my step dad takes nothing of what I say seriously.
I have a job up north that requires gear and I’m stubbornly fixed on making my way there without having to ask for help. I’m on the street.
I have aspirations to live on the road and create something on the web. But delicate things break and get stolen.