Junside

I love history. Whether it be real or fiction, it tells a compelling story, because it is what it is, or it is what it coul'dve been. Me and my roommate Brandon were just having a -to be accurate- "real talk". We're smoking and eating muchies and drinking a Monster Import at 3 in the morning, sharing our life stories...

So then came to mind that i dont ever want to forget my history. The good, the bad, the happy, the sad, the critical and least important. I will start recent, but later chapters may start further back. I was thinking of the best place to start writing. I wanted to blog instead of writing on paper buzzed out of my mind.

This particular scribe explains my journey after i became officially homeless...


The day is Saturday, May 21st 2011. My parents and i got into a huge argument. It was over money. But with equal stress, over my life. That night, i decided i couldnt take it anymore. I was scared to live in my own house of fear i may no longer be sane. Of my own fault in many ways, i put myself in this predicament. I needed space. I had an insane feeling being homeless would serve my mentality better than my home...

I want to continue but its 3:44am and i have to work tomorrow... ugh 12 hours or work sucks. I know many people have more unfortunate lives but i was given the chance to retry my life. Future details will depict on that subject. But you know what, i am working from the ground up again. In this day and age, i want to make the "from rags to riches" story. Doesnt sound so easy. Maybe i'm not worthy of such discussion. But this will be my story. Let those who want to listen, listen.


At the end of this chapter, i will share something that has shocked me today. Something about myself i never expected to happen...


A thanks in advance to all who read my blogs. I hope you enjoy reading them and hope that they touch your hearts.