For a really long time this spot in the bushes is what I called home. Countless nights of being ate up by mosquitos and ants. Sticks and rocks poking my back as I laid on the ground at night.
The one nice thing about it, no one knew I was there and it was quiet. I could just about hide there all day and not fear being seen but I never did.
Today I ride my bike to that spot and oddly think about my many nights there. Some were shitty others were relaxing.
I smell bullshit.
ReplyDeleteSo sad Joe. I never knew you were homeless!!! I'm glad to hear your doing better. Kathy
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