24 Hours of Me

If I think about the last twenty-four hours, the best way to describe it is like a roller coaster. It started with trying to get in at the shelter which does “overflow” on nights when the temperature drops to around freezing. I never bothered to ask the staff there what the policy was, so I was going on word of mouth that they admit overflow people between 5-8 pm. I arrived a little after seven, I think. When I asked the security guy, he gave me a flat “No.” I learned later that they did have overflow that night, but the cut off was at 7pm or at 50-person capacity.

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