this blog represents my intention for some time - to document in written/pictoral/video form stories of people who have no home/house/roof
this 1st post is the story of Cc . except where set off by [ represents my edit, for identity purposes ], these are his words written for this blog, starting now ..
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The Story of how Cs Came to Be
Born So. Cal., 1991. Grew up with married parents, half million $ house directly across from a K-5 elementary school. Had brother in 1995., parents broke up 1999. Mon gained new boyfriend who she is still married, family friend, Jason. Dad began traveling, looking for work & starting businesses, while brother ( we will call "D" ) & I stayed with Mm& Jason. Dad came back to stay early 2000's, had a job to support household, while bringing home every week or so. Still living in this same house, mind you. Divorce between parents was final about 2004, in which time Jason stayed in So. Cal. with his family. Mom moved up to Oregon, & Dad, D, & I moved to Nor. Cal. ( [**] area ) .
With everything happening, what seemed, so suddenly, I began to hide myself. Walking on egg shells till mid teens. As a hiding, confused rebel without a cause, I got careless & got arrested for the first time @ age 14. Breaking an entry, vandalism, & Berglery. Could not stay out of jail for more than 30 days, for the next 4 years. Tried smoking meth as well @ 14. Got into Skin head gangs, & was an all around " fuck up " as the adults call it. Whether or not this " fucked up " appearance was self induced or had something to do with my growing up ( slightly abused verbally, physically & emotionally ) I will never know, nor care to. I will not accept a crutch for my actions.
I spent the last 2 years of my childhood incarcerated in rehabs, group homes, & Juvi, when not on the run from warrants. Zero down time. At 18 my probation was lifted & record sealed. I graduated high school with extra credits, and got a job as a flow line tech. Back on track. After company dissolved into nothing, so did my will to keep trying. When unemployed, I went back to the meth & hit the streets. I began to sell quarters by the day in no time @ 20 years old. I failed my life and myself, bouncing off the walls. My family (Dad and Step Mom; Dad met Step Mom first 6 months in Nor. Cal.) told me what time it was & I began NA while moving back home and & trying to live civil.
By age 22 I've had over a year clean & living a half life. I lived at home with the folks & did the bare minimum to stay indoors, while running a muck outdoors. Nothing too illegal nor abnoxiouse, but none the less a muck. Ended up messing with dope on and off. When i felt "acceptable" -- 23 now, met this beautiful young woman, [ H.. ] . Because of dope, got her kicked out of her parents house. I felt connected and responsible to her - we ran through a couple friends house, then hit up my folks place. @ the end of our stay, I got into a fight with my brother, D. I knew I could sell dope and make fast cash for a motel room every night. & so I did. I had a good run with it, but when a personal matter involving my Go-to guy & his wife, the weight and quality of the dope I was buying went way down over night, & I was being way over priced. Long story short & with minimal detail, I showed my dealer how to fuck somebody over. In literal fear for my life, [ H.. ] and I ran to [ city name ], in hopes of making it big selling dope.
When arriving to [ city name ] no body knew us, so nobody wanted to buy my dope. Came in w/5.2 grams, traded half for bike, tent and tarp, snorted the rest. We have been living in [ city ] for over a month & a half, with about 1 month clean, & broke as a homeless joke. Though [ H.. ] and I stay clean & happy she calls it roofless, not homeless. Home is wherever she makes it, & Earth is my home. I plan to carry my learning & experiences across every state. I don't mind being roofless too much, when in good company.
This is the story of Cs
9/21/14
signed
for my good friend [Owen]
