Apr 23 2005

Stranded

Posted by J. Craig Canada in brookdale, patrick james
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My car died this morning. So I’m homeless, and I can’t move my car. I’ve spent hours trying to figure out what to do and can’t come up with any solutions. It seems no matter what I do I’m going to lose the few things I have left, probably be robbed and/or beaten, and then put in jail and fined for…well, I’m sure they’ll think of something.

And then my disability will be suspended while I’m in jail and/or I won’t be able to authorize payment on my storage, and I will lose the family photos my mother sent me and the other things I have in storage.

It seems no matter what I do that is the result. It’s just a matter of sooner or later.

Do bad things happen to good people? Yes they do.

We seem to all subscribe to this myth that if a series of bad things happen to people they must have done something to deserve it.

Bad things happen to good people. And once they start happening they continue to happen and get worse.

Being homeless is more expensive than having a home. Even so, sleeping in my car, you start to smell.

And the homeless places only give you 15 minutes to shower. Two showers a week.

Hitch-hike? Which way?

Take a bus?

Sleep in my car and wait for the sheriff…to arrest me and tow my vehicle?

Rent a car? Then what?

Where do I sleep?

No one will help me, or even speak to me. I don’t deserve this.

I’m not sure anyone does, but I do not.

Mr. James claims I owe him some $2,000 in penalties on late rent. Well, after he gave me notice and told me to get my medicine out of the house he claimed I didn’t water his cat and therefore I owe him $50 more in rent. And the rest of that $2,000 penalty he claims I owe is $50/day on that $50.

Yesterday I was going to sleep on China grade and someone stopped and offered me a place to sleep and talked about being roommates. Turns out he is on probation and tested for marijuana. So he tells me I must get my stash out of the house and go in a room by myself to smoke…so much for that.

Seems everyone thinks they have a right to separate me and my medicine. And rob me and harass me in the process.

I have an application in for subsidized housing in Watsonville, but I don’t have any hope for that coming through – certainly not in time. Everywhere I go, everywhere I turn it seems everyone just wants me to go away.

If only I had somewhere to go…

…somewhere to sleep.


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