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Lost in a Cold City Part Two
The line of men slowly makes its way to the room with the bunks, I learned
that this area is called “ Safe Bay.” It is a large room, with bunks so close
together that if I weren’t careful I would roll over onto the bunk next to
me.
I lose track of time, but it seems like it takes forever to get to the table where
the security guys are assigning beds. I go through the same process I went
through the night before, but this time I get a bottom bunk.
I lied down and closed my eyes, but it was impossible to sleep. It was like
summer camp, everyone was laughing and talking. I pulled the blanket
over my head to block out the lights, but I couldn’t do anything about
the noise.
About an hour later, the lights went out. “ It’s quiet time.” one of the goons
screamed. The room quieted down, and I managed to get some sleep.
After three days of sleeping in my truck, I asked a guy sitting next to me
in the waiting area, “ Where do people go during the day?”
“ Well, some of us wander the skyway, some go to Mary Jo’s, and some
