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Harvey
This piece moved me. I like it.— April 3, 2010 10:45 a.m.
Even More Homeless Now
I had to laugh at myself. Thanks— April 3, 2010 9:59 a.m.
Even More Homeless Now
Hearing about the homeless, reading about the homeless, reminds me what it was like to be homeless. I remember Downtown San Diego at night. An unforgiving environment for a lone woman seeking a safe place to just sit and rest a minute. My longest period of fear induced sleeplessness was a solid 36 hours. For three days I stayed on the move, carrying my meager belongings in a black duffle bag. By the third day my feet were sprouting blisters like mushrooms on a cow pie. I must have looked pretty rough because I passed a hairy man along the trolley right of way and he handed me a small roach. I sucked it greedily and as the weed went through my system, I found for that moment relief from my pain, psychic and physical. My journey began months ago when I went into the desert to starve and dehydrate myself to death. Well, that's another story, for another time. By the evening of the third day I found the Big Tent, and I knew I had a chance.— April 3, 2010 4:12 a.m.
His Finger for a Gun
You mean to tell me a black man and an hispanic man commit an armed robbery in broad daylight and between the two of them neither one has a real gun?— April 3, 2010 3:40 a.m.
My Friday Night Adventure in La Mesa
#11 You believe that poster #8 is a sham account and not my neighbor? I believe I've addressed this issue in a previous comment. Good Day.— April 1, 2010 10:44 p.m.
My Friday Night Adventure in La Mesa
I was told that his eviction notice came through before my Friday Adventure. My guess is the background check and the rental application didn't match up. As for telling people or his requirement to tell people, I don't know. It seems like one more reason we must protect ourselves. Get to know the neighbors, be nosy, get involved in neighborhood watch. Remember, it's always the quiet one who never causes any trouble.— April 1, 2010 7:04 p.m.
Even More Homeless Now
I was homeless in San Diego. I'm not a drunk or a drug addict. I am mentally ill. It seems that the people who villify the homeless should walk in the shoes of the homeless. Last time I checked mental illness is not self inflicted,— April 1, 2010 11:27 a.m.
My Friday Night Adventure in La Mesa
I am grateful for the team of professionals who support me, believe in me and listen to me.— April 1, 2010 11:11 a.m.
My Friday Night Adventure in La Mesa
I can provide all the documentation that is necessary to prove the validity of my experience. How about a letter from my Psychiatrist, a police report perhaps, or eyewitness testimony. I can understand the concern.— April 1, 2010 9:41 a.m.
Two Poems by Christina Rossetti
Goblin Market speaks to me. This work is said to be an expression of Rossett's feminist side.— April 1, 2010 7:12 a.m.