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something told me to get up- the bus stopped and i left it feeling lost- i knew what town i was in- had for several years- ten o'clock was coming on- same with fatigue- i had some **** so i went in search for a place to smoke out for the rest of the night- even just to lay my body out would be alright- the garden center was full of soil and sod- plastic chairs stung all along the wall- i crept into the sod tent- i could not afford any rent- i smoked a joint that night- i really just wanted soft sleep- the first of the three nights i slept in the sod tent- never really got it all figured out- until my last night- by that time i had a nice palace- i was king in my sod tent- which i squatted in- different i suppose from breaking in-
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Sep 15, 2010
Sep 15, 2010 at 8:58 AM UTC
****** tired and sleeping in a sod tent
something told me to get up- the bus stopped and i left it feeling lost- i knew what town i was in- had for several years- ten o'clock was coming on- same with fatigue- i had some **** so i went in search for a place to smoke out for the rest of the night- even just to lay my body out would be alright- the garden center was full of soil and sod- plastic chairs stung all along the wall- i crept into the sod tent- i could not afford any rent- i smoked a joint that night- i really just wanted soft sleep- the first of the three nights i slept in the sod tent- never really got it all figured out- until my last night- by that time i had a nice palace- i was king in my sod tent- which i squatted in- different i suppose from breaking in-
second of my reflections of being homeless
julian
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Sep 15, 2010
Sep 15, 2010 at 8:58 AM UTC
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