I was homeless and a business owner

Work. Get high. Shoplift. Always on the run. Eventually everything crumbled.

Photo by Brad Starkey on Unsplash

I was alone with my two dogs, Alpha and Omega, in the dark of my car detailing shop. We were homeless. And I was a business owner. I had set up a room in the shop because I couldn't both afford a place to live and run a business while keeping up my vicious drug habit. 

I worked during the day and as soon as I finished det…