“Homeless”
Since I started this “blog” I’ve usually just re-blogged other people’s postings or posted some other random nonsense, but since I’ve become “homeless” I figured I’d might as well post my adventures on here.
I technically became homeless on September 1, 2009. That was when I got rid of my apartment and started crashing at various people’s apartments and houses. I gave my 30-day notice to my landlord at the end of July because I was planning on going to South Korea to teach English in a Seoul public school starting mid-August. Long story short, stuff got in the way and I had to turn down the job offer.
So now I’m basically a sort of a drifter, but I still have my car and I pretty much drift within the boundaries of the San Fernando Valley. One of my older brother’s is working in Louisiana so I’m able to go into his apartment during the day and use the computer and get online. I can’t sleep at his apartment ‘cause he has a clause in his lease that doesn’t allow overnight guests to stay more than 10 days in a calendar year. I could try sneaking in and out of his place, but the manager is a bit of a cunt and she’s confronted me about my presence in the complex when I come by to pick up his mail to send to him.
Yesterday, was the first night I didn’t know where I was going to sleep. I left a message for my go-to buddy, but he didn’t return my call, so I posted a note on Facebook saying I needed a place to crash. Out of the 126 so-called “friends” on Facebook, I only got one offer for a place to stay from a very generous friend we’ll call P. Granted, I don’t really know some Facebook friends that well, and some I wouldn’t even call friends but instead mere acquaintances at best, as well as some of them still live with their parents, don’t have the room, or live out of town, but come on. Only one person offered me a place to stay. I think that’s kind of fucked up. One could argue that maybe some people didn’t see the posting, or didn’t think it was a serious request, but I still say “da fuck”.
Today, I woke up late, ate some capri salad made by P, drove to my brother, L’s, place took a shower, changed clothes, and went to Balboa Park to take some photos for a friend of a friend. Now, I’m back at L’s apartment so I could check my e-mail and make this posting and will head on back to P’s house to crash for the night and also do some laundry cause one of her cat’s pissed on my backpack last night.
All in all, I’m doing fine. My parents and oldest brother, C, is freaking out because of my unemployment and homelessness, but until I’m rail thin from malnutrition and my teeth start falling out I don’t think there’s anything to worry about.
