GoldnBoi

Recently a series of events my life have led up to what a describe as the lowest point in my life or the week of hell.
This was “partly” my choice to be homeless for a week, as I did have other options, I choice to experience this aspect of life, wondering how I would come out of it at the other end of it all.

Day1:
The night before, I had packed up most of my things, had a few drinks to reflect on how crazy things was about to get. After I Paid off some major bills i was left with a little over a hundred dollars for the week!! I had slightly over a tank of gas in my truck, keep in mind my commute to both jobs absorbs most of that. It’s is officially 12:30 pm (Friday April 13, 2012)and I am now homeless.
First I needed to do was find Storage for my stuff, you never really know how my stuff u have until u move.
The cost $47.00! I was practically down 70 bucks and it was only day one! I neglected to say some of that money had already gone to get my tank above half..had some company the last night in my place so that cost me more. Had to go out with a bang so, I had just under 30 bucks left. Bad planning on my part,the night was worth it though. Believe me!
The first thing after getting everything in storage, except the stuff I needed, was visit this clinic I heard about on my local radio station. It promised money to donate plasma for various victims around the US that needed it. Sounded like a good idea to replace what I had quandered away the night before. Wasn’t much but it would hold me thru the weekend.
Bout 3:30pm , Had lunch, drove into a parking lot of a busy mall and fell asleep for hours. I make it sound simple, but it was unnerving that people were going about their lives around me and there I was, just trying to find a spot to crash. Eventually i did fall asleep (i was literally up all night before that)
I woke up slightly disoriented and had no idea what to do next. The idea of not having somewhere to go was unsettling. I thought about going to the gym, and then it hit me, the realization that eventually I had to shower & brush my teeth! Where was I gonna go…..how would I pull this off for the next 7 days. Why hadn’t I thought of this before? The very next thing I did was laundry. I probably should have taken it to a relatives house, but there’s an awkwardness that comes with hey sis I’m homeless can i do my laundry and then leave afterwards as tho I had someplace to be. So I hit up the local laundromat. I couldn’t tell you the last time I went to a laundromat. I gathered my things found a parking lot in my old complex and went to sleep. It was about 9:30pm.
Day 2:
April 14, 2012 . I was scheduled at an event in Dallas this morning. Call time was 6am. It was going to be a long day. My truck is awesome but it doesn’t have a bathroom. I decided to put on my uniform get on the hwy and pull over to find a clean shirt and brush my teeth. Not one of my shining moments, but it was the “week of hell” afterall.
I got off at 11 that night. I walked backed slowly to my truck knowing it didn’t make sense to make that drive all the way back to Arlington. The only way I could preserve gas for the week ahead was to stay in Dallas until the next morning. I was schedule for that same event on Sunday. I drove around the city looking for a place to sleep, I was looking for a hotel, maybe I’d get some free wifi going and could watch Netflix on my iPad until I fell asleep. ( I chuckled to myself a little, here i am without a place to lay my head and i’m worrying about whether or not where I am has free wifi.) No luck, after maybe 30 min, I found a vacant lot with one car, reluctantly parked there and tried to fall asleep. It was super windy that night and all I could hear was the wind beating against this old squeaky gate in the distant. It was eerie and my surroundings were relatively quiet considering I was in the city. Except for that old squeaky gate smashing back and forth. I had a perfect view of the street and every car that passed made me nervous, thinking someone’s gonna see me sleeping and ask me to move or whatever. My mind was racing with thoughts of me being carted off to jail for tress passing. I am unfamiliar with that city and let my thoughts overwhelm me. This was a bad idea, I thought, but I eventually fell asleep.
Day 3: April 15, 2012
It was about 5:30am. This morning I had a plan, I was gonna find a store to brush my teeth and wash up as much as possible. I hadn’t showered since day 1! Found a seven eleven grabbed some coffe and banana and quietly asked the the clerk where the restroom was. I was overwhelmed with shame as though he knew exactly why. He didn’t of course. I had 13 bucks left and some spare change that brought my total to a little over $15! I walked back to my truck found a clean shirt and socks and headed off to work.
At this point my car looks like tornado of clothes and various fast food wrappers. My car is never dirty, I hate dirty vehicles, but at this point it is the least of my worries. The work day ended by 5, and started on my way back to Arlington for the first time since Saturday morning. I was relieved, don’t know why, I still didn’t have anywhere to go, too embarrassed to go to anyone’s house to just “chill”, I felt anyone would know as soon as they looked at me. I know that wasn’t true, only evidence of me living out of my vehicle was that I needed a shave, that wasn’t new.
Drove to get dinner once I was in Arlington, I managed to find wifi at a business across the street, so I parked up checked a few emails and remembered there was some important documents I needed to fax immediately. I only knew one person I could turn to and it be a battle with my pride all the way there!