it was a friday. I had been homeless for only eight or nine days now, but at this point I was pretty much out of cash.. I mean, I still had money in my checking.. and earlier that day I had deposited the check, except I never took any cash from it because the plan was just to withdraw some later if I needed it. Maybe time was a little strained on my lunch or something, but for whatever reason I just decided to put everything in the bank and figure it out later, I mean, I have an atm card anyways, right?
so a little while passes, a few hours or so and its been a while since I last ate, and when youre going through something like this, it just seems like nothing is every really enough.. you dont have enough food, you dont have enough money, you just get worried even if your supply is more than stacked. Anyways, so the REAL hunger kicks in, I mean the stomach is eating itself, youre worried about losing weight type hunger.. that shit kicked in real hard, so I decided to hit this gas station on a walk.. it was kinda far but I woke up around there, so I semi knew the area, and I knew they had cliff bars, Gatorade and peanuts.. so I went, and swiping my card I was declined.. which wasnt cool because I knew for sure that there was money in there, it was just acting up or being a bitch when i needed it the most.. leave all the stuff on the counter
"ill come back later" embarrassed kinda thing..
try the atm, and everythings empty, both accounts.. its all gone.
there was just this feeling.. and it was like that part on sons of anarchy when Donna gets killed.. It was a mystery, it was death. So fucking all my money is gone, and I sit down in front of the 76 with my backpack and hat, and i just feel like fucking shit dude.. it was all gone. Get out my cell phone, call the bank.. rep says that my account’s been “compromised” ??? That they moved my assets or something, they caught onto it, its safe, the money will be re-deposited along with the balance that was held before and I should get a new card in A FEW WEEKS.
and im sitting there thinking about all the time that will pass between now and monday (when the bank opens, so I can make a withdraw because I had no fucking Visa now)… and everything just sucks, because I didnt have any weed, I didnt have any beer, I didnt have any friends, I didnt have my dog anymore, I didnt have anywhere to go, and I had no fucking money or means of getting any for at least another 72 hours.. which is surprisingly a long ass time when you’re hungry, and have nothing on you.. but anyways, im sitting there and up walk these punkers.. they were carrying boxes of Del Taco.. one dude looks at me and says
Im all “yeah, fuck yeah”
He puts down the box, and they sit down too.. he tells me “it’s cool to eat whatever’s in the box”.. so I look into it and pull out fries, I pull out two burritos.. We eat, and they tell me theyre going to some park I’ve never heard of. Ask me if I want to go.. We take off on this longgg walk, come to this park where theres about five to six, maybe seven other punks.. every single person there was seriously just drinking beer blatantly and/or smoking from a piece.. there was music from someones cell phone, and I basically just joined in.. Crusty was telling jokes and calling girls, there was some point where they were talking about using EBT for beer and cigarettes.. the budweiser tasted thick, it was cold, and the night was actually pretty warm for September in california. We sat the park til late that night, and with nowhere to go after, it really didnt matter.. this was my first friend, who introduced me to all his friends.. after I took off, I’d see him around and we’d chill or drink. We were both living in the city, around the city in our weirdass corners at the trainstation or in their case -squatting an empty garage or whatever… its all pretty interesting, peoples choices for where they live when it comes to being homeless.. my first choice was next to the 91 freeway and it actually worked out for a few weeks but I moved outside of wal-mart (lol, good times living there) and eventually settled onto the ultimate paradigm of the north main Train station.. anyways so, we panhandled one time while this one dude shot heroin..
he was heating up the spoon where we were “pan handling”, looked at me and said “YOU’RE NEW. I haven’t seen YOUR face before..” and its weird because you do get to know the other people that are “homeless” around your particular area… but anyways I was back at the place today, i found a place to live, have bought some new clothes.. pants, shirts, shoes, everything.. im out of debt now, and paid off my tickets.. I ran into him today some few months later.. he was out front, and whats weird is hes still the same but im sure we both look different now.. I gave him some money ive been holding onto.. in case if I ran into him again.. told him about my place, and he said he was really happy for me, that I got out of this shit and finally back into a place again. it was cool, and it felt good to be remembered and driving away I was laughing to myself about the times we brown bagged it in front of the cops