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The housing specialist tried to force me into turning down the cheapest two bed in San Francisco because I couldn’t tell her if I would have any money a year from now. Because I cannot see the future, because I can’t promise what my ‘career projection’ will be, she is unwilling to apply the subsidy […]
More“So, Ms Detroit, all we are going to need is your social security number, your bank account details, your last three employers, your place of birth, your references….and we can move towards getting you into the apartment.” I laughed. I laughed so hard I think I strained something. I laughed so hard it wasn’t funny. […]
MoreFuck, I am scared. I know fear well, we are old friends. I have known Fear from the start. If Bob has his Desolation Row, I have my Cape Fear, just round the Dire Straits of Crushed Hope, and south from the Point of No Return. I can almost smell the roasting meat and gravy […]
MoreThe strings are silent, the wind is up, the stars are hiding, but no matter the doors are shut, no one makes a sound. The Street outside is cracking, the tents have blown away, the dealers are all dreaming of the day. There is money being made in the shadows, money made in the car […]
MoreI should be writing today. I should be working on my book. I should be doing something that goes towards building a future for me and the kid, instead I am battling the inhumane and downright unprofessional and lazy behavior of the people who should be finding a home for me and the Boy. I […]
MoreThere are fights that happen along the road. There is times when it gets all too real, all too difficult. We had been living in the parking lot of a Walmart in Olympia, Wa. Billy’s cheques had gone awol, we didn’t have enough money for camping, we barely had enough for food and gas. I […]
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