It finally happened

At the Homeless Shelter, you have to wait, you wait in line to eat,and you wait in line to get a bed. If you are mentally Stable when you get here, if you stay here long enough, that Stability slowly slips away. I was waiting for a Bed with everyone else in the Chapel waiting area, this is an overflow area where you go when all the chairs in the waiting area are full. A guy comes thru the area, Woofing loudly like He’s a Damned Rottweiler or something. He Goes outside, I guess He barked at the wrong Person. The Guy got Stabbed. Cops and Local News Crews were here.

The Knee-jerk reaction of Security was to close off the over-flow area, crowding all of us into the waiting area. If the Fire Marshal saw how packed we were, He would have lost his mind. Fist-fights nearly broke out.  Needless to say, After Standing in a Sardine Can for two hours, I was ready to sleep, Unfortunately, Sleeping right away in a Homeless Shelter is Bad Form. Everyone has to laugh, Scream and raise Hell. Most of us have been around each other for hours, but some people have to wait till Bed-time to Socialize and raise Hell. I finally get to sleep, only to wake up to answer the call of nature, I get back to sleep, when they turn on the lights and kick us all out at 5:30 in the Morning.Fun Times!


Catch 22

Halloween night, I became Homeless. After driving around lost, running out of Gas twice, I finally found where I needed to be. My Truck is almost out of gas, After sitting here, the Battery is dead. The Salvation Army is in Bell Ringing Season, They need the spot. I have until Friday to move a Truck I can’t move, to a Spot I don’t have. If the Truck was not so full of my stuff. I would call the Car Dealer, tell him to come get it. I just don’t know what to do with the Stuff.

So sad!

After being in the Homeless shelter for a month, one thing has struck me and saddened me. There are so many Mentally ill People, People who clearly need Medication and Therapy. People not getting the help they need. Can’t Society do Better? Maybe if we sent less Aid to Arab Countries that hate us, we could help more of our own People that really need Help.

grateful for small things

I am staying at a Homeless Shelter in Minnesota. I have a light Jacket, and that is it. Last night a Woman came to the Shelter, giving away Knitted scarves and caps. I now have covering for my neck and ears, you won’t believe how these two simple things have improved my outlook. All I need now is an army Surplus Parka, then maybe I will survive this winter.

Life in a Homeless Shelter

as a result of circumstances and bad Decisions, I have been living at a Salvation Army Shelter in Minnesota, since Halloween.  It has been interesting to say the least.

The first thing I learned, and this is hard for me, is to not look at anyone, I was staring into space one evening, my mind a million miles away, when this Guy exploded, accusing me of staring at Him, I wasn’t staring or looking at anyone. I am by nature a curious Person, in a Homeless Shelter, being Curious will get you hurt or killed. I have learned to avoid eye contact, I keep my head down, I try my best to be invisible. I have also learned how to sleep in a Barracks like environment, the Bunks are close together, there is no escaping the Farts, body orders and bad dreams of the other Men sleeping near me.

The only positive I have found, I am getting all sorts of material for my Novel, I just hope I live long enough to get the book Finished.