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ever been homeless???

D. B. Doober

Boston, MA
Veteran
I have to deal with homeless people to get cannabis sometimes. Ran out of my monthly flower bouqet, and had to go into the city to buy a dime. Ended up having to sit there with this idiot while he finished his Colt .45 in the park while some chick with herpes flirted with a fat guy. The guy was going to bring me by this chick's house. So he's drunk, a bum...yup you know this will turn out bad, that I will have to smoke him up. I wait and wait. The police come, I walk away. They leave, I come back. Guy finally gets up and we walk and run into the girl we were going to see. I remember her from before, we go off on our own for a few and I get my weed. I start walking home. All of a sudden I hear "hey! hey! I keep walking. It's the drunk guy. I keep walking. 5 minutes later he's on someone's borrowed bicycle and chasing me down.."hey you need a blunt?" Um no I need to go find a bowl, I'll be right back though. I promise. LOL. Fucking guy starts playing the "I introduced you" bullshit and tries to make me feel bad for making me wait with his drunk ass for 30 mins and almost getting hassled by the cops. He's like "dude just roll a blunt and then keep the rest for when you go home." I'm like "dude, I'm not rolling a blunt. I'm a patient, I take 2 hits every couple hours." So after 5 mins more of bickering I have some other homeless people make a pipe out of a pen and I yank whatever little leaves I can without taking the nug apart. I give them that, watch them smoke the leaves, then I leave.
I meet back up with the chick I mentioned earlier, tell her about this drunk idiot, and she gives me her number and she says just use her from now on. Sounds good, right? Well I'm thinking this homeless drunk is going to bring up that bullshit again.."I introduced you, blah blah blah" like he's running some kind of huge rackett. The guy's a fucking bum and he know's the same person who sold me a dime. Wow, big deal. I fucking hate scumbags like this. Said he was "sick on blues" as well. Oh well, next time I know to AVOID THE 'NOID. Hate running out of weed and having to use these people. Good God.
 

huligun

Professor Organic Psychology
Veteran
I'm simply going to answer the question and say that, yes, I have been homeless. Twice, both times as an adult. I never ventured into a shelter or soup kitchen, I was able to feed myself, but bathing did become a difficult venture at times. Fortunately I was homeless in San Diego, it was easy to get to a beach like Imperial and use the open public showers. Cold, but easy.

Try getting a job without a shower or an address, though.

I know that beach well... I lived on it (in some apartments). The only really affordable beach to live in in SD. You could see the bull fighting ring and helicopters were always in the air. Viva San Diego. You were not along being homeless there. You can go some places and see people sleeping all over the place in the open
 

ExcelAtIt

Member
I was homeless numerous times from age 17 till 20. Looking back, the source of most of my problems had to do with having a mental illness which hadn't been figured out till recently.

I was manic depressive since a young child, and acted out in ways that were... interesting. My parents thought I was on all sorts of shit because of my behavior. They would search all over my room and blame the weed?... I read now it treats my condition quite nicely.

The night before I was first kicked out on the streets, they had copped an ounce of weed from under my bed, I couldn't take it. I was actually completely honest about getting high, they aren't even the religious type.

After a day of "fuck it", I blazed inside my room and painted all the supposed drugs all over my wall (childish to some but keep in mind I had mania like a mother fucker).

My father chopped my bedroom door down with an ax and sent me outside into the 30 degree weather with pretty much nothing. Every action has a reaction... Though the circumstances were fucked, I wanted to finish highschool; 3 months away. I was laying on some wet logs in the woods near the top of my neighborhood at around 2 am, and realized there was nowhere to go unless I went back. Not a dime, friend, car-- not even a piece of paper to bring to school. Thus, I was forced to return under the premise of talking to a shrink about my erradic behavior. I went and just sat there the whole time hahah; they would've never figured it out... only interested in my 'drug' (pot) use. After being suckered into attending my graduation (for grandparents coming up from 500 miles away), I was kicked out after walking with honors. They said it was their plan the whole time-- nice.

I moved to Boone, where I originally intended on going to school, unsure what would happen. My sister helped me out with food originally, as well as my brother with some basic necessities... slept in a tent for a bit of the summer. It was embarrassing as hell to have nothing. Fortunately, I met some friends who let me camp on their land. Somehow the stream I camped next to drove me crazy, so I didn't really sleep unless it was during the day (around random businesses and such).

Got a job as a dishwasher and busboy, I had finally gotten out of the situation and was able to live in a single apartment; apartment E dug right into hippy hill. I'll never forget it.

Borrowed a vacuum and tried to tidy the place, unfortunately some fucking pig cop had lived there before I had. The shit just sucked sand continuously and after about 10 minutes vacuuming a 3 foot spot I just gave up. Salvaged two chairs from ASU trash, and still only had two camping plates and cups to eat with (donated to me by my brother along with my tent). I slept on the floor in the muggy back room on a sleeping bag, no windows. The chairs were my furniture and table at the same time. Haha I could only have 1 guest at a time (not that I knew anyone yet really). It was shitty and embarrassing to return to reality in that low of a state, whenever people came over I still felt homeless. Life got progressively better but I ended up having to leave because of reoccurring mental issues.

Soon after, I lived in Atlantic City with a friend who claimed he would help me get on my feet. Having difficulty getting a job, I found myself drinking hot chocolate inbetween the days I could scrap enough change to buy the 50 cent egg noodles or eggs from a store. He was a coke addict, and self admitting crack abuser at the time; seemed to think I wasn't starving because he was jacked on that shit continuously and just a piece of shit... also eating huge chicken dinners in front of me when he wasn't fucked up. This is the time I was really struggling. I was contemplating robbing elderly women of their purses, and living in a prostitute and heroine/crack junkie-filled building was one of the nicer parts of my life at that point. I decided to leave and ended up where I am now in NC, have built up everything I have from that point (after living with a gf for some time who helped me out a lot). I'll never forget how much I ate the first time I returned to society. I am a small guy, and it felt like I ate more in a day than I had in months; my stomach just wouldn't tell me to stop.

Every piece of furniture I own or salvaged, and every piece of food I put in my mouth after that I have earned. Its a gratifying feeling, and almost am ready to become a CPA after leaving normal life a long time ago. Big ups to all my other once-homeless or future homeless brothers out there. Its not an easy life to live.
 

DTFuqua

Member
I was homeless quite a few times in my life. San Diego was the coolest place back in the 70s to be homeless. There was a "crash pad" place on El Cahon that was very helpfull to homeless people back then. Next time was in tent city Houston during Reganomics. I currently own a place in Fl. so my wife can have a place to be comfortable during her decline due to a neurological disorder that claimed our oldest son at age 24. When my wife is gone, I'll sell this place and live in my van out west on the proceeds till my retirement starts. Maybe get a place in Arizona that can be utilized without permits, I think its a four acre minimum to get exemption from permits. I have already studied about the "super adobe" and rammed earth and other building techniques as well as putting in a shallow well. There is also the ability to have water storage tanks and have water hauled in. Composting toilets and grey water gardens to use up every last drop to the best of my ability. I may not live the high life but will have a good life.
 
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SeaMaiden

The only time I was ever randomly attacked was by a mentally ill homeless man in El Cajon. At the market. Some teenagers who were waiting in in a van for their mom who was shopping stopped him. He thought I was someone he must have known and he was REALLY fucking pissed at her, just insanely pissed off.
I know that beach well... I lived on it (in some apartments). The only really affordable beach to live in in SD. You could see the bull fighting ring and helicopters were always in the air. Viva San Diego. You were not along being homeless there. You can go some places and see people sleeping all over the place in the open

I had a friend who lived in one of those condos, down at the very end of IB, you know where I mean? Across from the reserve. You can see the shacks in Mexico across the reserve from his place. Well, you *could*. He passed away some 10 years ago now, liver transplantee who let himself go into rejection. Rest in peace John Verdugo. I never knew the old you, the 'bad' you, I only knew YOU and I loved you.

You know where I'm talking about, right? Down past where they hold the sandcastle building contest every July or August?

But, given a choice which would you prefer--IB or OB? I always liked OB a lot. IB wasn't bad, but MAN is it populated with a ton of tweakers!
 

huligun

Professor Organic Psychology
Veteran
The only time I was ever randomly attacked was by a mentally ill homeless man in El Cajon. At the market. Some teenagers who were waiting in in a van for their mom who was shopping stopped him. He thought I was someone he must have known and he was REALLY fucking pissed at her, just insanely pissed off


I had a friend who lived in one of those condos, down at the very end of IB, you know where I mean? Across from the reserve. You can see the shacks in Mexico across the reserve from his place. Well, you *could*. He passed away some 10 years ago now, liver transplantee who let himself go into rejection. Rest in peace John Verdugo. I never knew the old you, the 'bad' you, I only knew YOU and I loved you.

You know where I'm talking about, right? Down past where they hold the sandcastle building contest every July or August?

But, given a choice which would you prefer--IB or OB? I always liked OB a lot. IB wasn't bad, but MAN is it populated with a ton of tweakers!

I really loved all of SD for various reason. I was always lucky with weed deals at OB and lucky with ladies at IB. I didn't care for La Jolla in those days. I was in college And a bit immature. MB is cool. Met famous people there.
 

ZoSo

Member
Wow some amazing stories here. I'm glad you all got back on your feet. I've been down in the dumps before but i always had a place to stay. Always will too. Hearing your experiences helps me remember how lucky I am.

Cherish your family. Love one another. Do anything for each other. There is nothing more important.
 

Cartel530

Member
Veteran
Had to stay on some couches but thats why you keep a couple bitches around so you can cycle around. I have to much drive and ambition to be broke. If i didnt have a place to call my own and i was hurtin id hit the homies up with the front and start flippin and stackin. Some people like cars or clothes personally im addicted to seeing my stack increase im addicted to money i dont even need to spend it i like the look of it. I give up to the dudes that have tho.. I have had a few homies get in to the D and loose everything and be homeless. one place i got by the river is the bum highway but i hook them up with the shitty weed that people drop for samples and i always have left over food so we hook them up as they walk by. I help with stitches and stuff for their dogs and ill drop propane to them when the bottles half empty. They definitely love all the wood everything they get after the clean up from harvest haha. Not to mention it helps to have a whole bum community keeping eyes and ears out for you
 

Hydro-Soil

Active member
Veteran
Actually... I'm pretty sure it would really suck to have a dog's sense of smell. Gotta be way more intense than what I've got... and that's bad enough at times. :)

I cherish family and knowing myself thoroughly... more than gold and a house.

Stay Safe! :blowbubbles:
 

Blaz3

Member
Hydro,believe it may suck,but youd get PAID lol..there are alot of inductries willing to pay ALOT of money for a guy with a supernose lol,no joke.Things like the perfume industry,wine taster,food critic,etc...plus dogs can supposedly sense cancer cells,so youd be the first to know if anybody was ill lol.
 

bakedline

Member
yes I've been homeless... faced a lot of abuse from the fags downtown.
i just can't seem to get back to what i once was.
 

Photorikki

Member
I'm about to be homeless next month and it really, really sucks!

I've been trying everything to stop it but I just cannot get a friggin job!
(I have a rent controlled apt in SF and run two 400 watts here in my studio)

Been trying to get on my feet since losing my job in 2008 but not a single place will give me a break. I have applied and applied to every kind of job-it makes no sense to me at all!

I can only pay half my rent in Jan-my birthday month-so I'll start getting the eviction stuff pretty quick.
I don't know a soul here so it makes it harder.

Really frustrating and high anxiety at all times!
 

bakedline

Member
yeah it was worse than hell, it ended up with my eyes bleeding like i did backbreaking work or was shot!
people don't let up!
 

mowood3479

Active member
Veteran
Yup,
I've been a homeless heroin junkie... Slept in a tow truck... Shelters, halfway houses...
Lots of camping (2-3 years) but that was for a job...
Camping is one thing... Peaceful, soulful
Urban drug addicted homelessness is another... Never felt so alone and hopeless...
But it learned me one thing... No one is going to give a fuck about me, if I don't give a fuck about me.
Oh and that heroin is a big fucking drag.
 

stoned-trout

if it smells like fish
Veteran
I'm about to be homeless next month and it really, really sucks!

I've been trying everything to stop it but I just cannot get a friggin job!
(I have a rent controlled apt in SF and run two 400 watts here in my studio)

Been trying to get on my feet since losing my job in 2008 but not a single place will give me a break. I have applied and applied to every kind of job-it makes no sense to me at all!

I can only pay half my rent in Jan-my birthday month-so I'll start getting the eviction stuff pretty quick.
I don't know a soul here so it makes it harder.

Really frustrating and high anxiety at all times!
good luck man I hope things work out for ya...stay strong
 
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