Homeless in Mayfield: Part Two
This is more-or-less a sequel to the first post in this series, as our hero begins to discover that Mayfield isn’t all it’s cracked up to be. Again, please bear in mind that this writing was penned some years ago, when I was still in the frustrating throes of abject homelessness. As such, it does not reflect my current head-space, so please take my ascerbic tone with a large grain of salt.
Just got swept off my Spot by yet another local city officer, this time a grisly old K-9 cop. Ironically, this was the first night I had found a decent covering, a thick white quilt. It was at a church where clothing was also deposited. So I got a clean change of clothes, too.
(Of course, curled up in white during the black of night wasn’t the brightest thing a boy could do. But a cover’s a…
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