Chapter 13

I walk the streets for an hour, dragging my limbs, shivering incessantly with a banging head and heavy body. I have no idea where I am going other than trying to kill time until daylight is blazing in the sky and the building I live in wakes up and fills with more than night-crawling psychos.

I’ll feel safer going back when it’s morning, and I can spend more time trying to get the door shut before I need to get ready for work, at least. It’s only a few hours before sunrise, and I can handle street living until then. I mean, this was once my entire existence when I couldn’t find a place to stay, and I was flat-out broke after getting to America. I have slept under bridges and all sorts. I am no stranger to being homeless; I didn’t think I would still be doing it at my age. I had bigger plans than this.

I have no doubt those boys will be snooping into everything in there for something worthwhile, and I don’t care. I have all I want with me and will carry it wherever I go,