So i havent yet made another post about life so far, therefore this one’s going to be long as hell. (And anyway no one reads these)
Last time i wrote i think i was leaving Georgia for North Carolina, and i arrived in Greensboro October 31 around 9 pm. I walked to my ‘friends’ place who said theyd give me a place to stay. I met her around 11, and she went on to tell me about a bridge on Bessemer i could sleep under. So i did, for a week. I later found out about a homeless shelter that had a bed open and i immediately went in. Now this shelter was complete shit, and i hated staying there the entire time. Couldn’t leave your shit around or itd go missing. While i was there i met afew people i could somewhat trust, and two in particular that actually became my friends. Zack, a heroin addict who was a pretty down to earth guy, and Taylor who is honestly my best friend. They bothed madly loved heroin and Taylor not only loved that but man did he always know how to get weed.
During my stay at the shelter alot happened, i dropped out of high school because the temperature dropped rapidly, and the walk was 3 miles to school from there so no thanks. I tried heroin, how was it? Fucking beautiful, but ive only done it 2 more times after that. And i stayed stoned, everyday Taylor always had a bowl pack of some decent mid.
After leaving the shelter, coincidentally Taylor also left within a week of me, i had to find places outside to sleep. Now mind you, its December now, i stayed in the shelter from november till late December, and its freezing outside. Pretty damn hard to find somewhere out of sight and warm to sleep. But Taylor and i found an abandonded home with a decently sized garage. After busting that open we set up home in that garage, on an alright side of town. But that was ruined by a schizophrenic we had befriended who, while we were all high as hell and drunk off of about 2 40s each, beat Taylor to the ground and into a bloody mess in front of me and a hippie we were all chilling with. Why? Because he believed Taylor was eating a baby in front of him in the name of Satan. After dragging Taylor off the ground amd out of the gaeage we bolted into downtown, I asked the next person i saw for their phone to call the police. They arrived and brought Taylor to the hospital, i stayed and barely slept in the park. He was relased the next day with a broken nose and a shit ton of ibuprofen, which pised him off.
After finally gathering about 10 of our friends we all walked back to the garage to grab our shit and just leave. We ended up sleeping across from the shelter by some tracks. Until we met Kris.
Now Kris is not your average stoner, no hes more of the kind who needs to get high or he will become a different man. But i met him out side the shelter and he asked if i wanted to smoke a joint with him, i obviously did and so did Taylor. During that smoke session with Kris we all kinda just became brothers. Like for the first time i felt like i had some really retarded ass family that just worked. So we all decided to live with each other in Kris’s tent. It was an 8 man tent by some tracks, covered with a dark gray tarp to keep rain and snow out. This was around early February.
Later on in feburary we managed to get an ounce of some nice ass mid, and split that into thirds. We basically stayed in the tent hotboxing it all day for three days straight. And thats when Kris told the both of us, that he did all this because he didnt want to see the streets swallow us. That hes got our back and wont let us go without even if hes going with out.Taylors only 19, and im 18, and we’re homeless in a place we’ve never been to before. So Kris, whos 24 and has been homeless for 7 years in Greensboro, wants to get us off the streets, and hes actually wanting to get a job so we can get an apartment and actually make something of our lives.
Ive never seen someone actually care that much for two street kids theyve never known. But that man does and hes going to always be a brother to me.
While still staying in the 8 man tent a snow storm came through and crushed the tent, we had to dig out of it to even go outside. And we needed another tent. So Kris one say got a ride to walmart and grabed a 10 man tent, 20ft by 10ft, and we all went to find a spot for it. I had the great idea to stick in a bamboo grove off Bessemer, rigt beside the bridge i slept under. We stayed there for about a month till an officer came and ran our ids and Taylor happened to have a warrant for felony larceny in randolph county. And thats when Taylor went to jail for 26 days. This was around early april.
So Kris and me had to move the tent within a week, and we did. Albeit it was a bitch, and we left alot of our clothes because the trip was about 1.5 miles.
The new spot was only good for about 3 weeks and then it flooded. And now i have only two wearable shirts, and one pair of jeans. So we then moved the tent again closer to downtown in a clearing where tent city was years ago. And then Taylor came back, fucking thank god. And i got a cat named it Tiger, and he has been my son ever since. This was basically up to the present now.
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