Being Homeless is not as fun as you think it would be

I got in my truck and went to find the Social Services Office in Downtown Minnesota. As usual I got lost. I managed to find the place and walked in and took a number.

It was late afternoon before my number was called. I filled out some paperwork and waited, only to be told that they couldn’t help me. I was given a list of shelters. The case-worker wished me luck as I left the building.

I had parked the truck in one of several parking garages nearby and I had been in the building so long, and I was half-drunk from lack of food and sleep. At that pont, I had been awake almost twenty-four hours.

I couldn’t remember where I parked my truck. I spent I don’t know how long, walking up and down parking garages, until I finally found the truck. It had a ticket in the windshield. A ticket I never paid. I left the parking garage looking for the Salvation Army.

I couldn’t find the place, I had $1.00 in my wallet, and my cellphone was out of service because I couldn’t pay the bill. I got lost, then I ran out of gas. I stopped at a gas station to see if I could get some sympathy, but the cahier wouldn’t help me, but a couple getting gas help me out, by giving me a few bucks.

I left the gas station, getting to the point where I didn’t care if I found the Salvation Army, or not. Somehow I found the place, I parked my truck, it sputtered as it ran out of gas. I grabbed my overnight bag and headed to the entrance, where I was buzzed in by the staff member at the desk.