The Little Incident
It has been a bit of a setback.
I am now 51 years old, and I’m happy that I have made it this far.
This is not exactly a story about my battle with unstable housing, but I need to write about it anyway.
I’m calling it “the little incident.”
I was looking out for a friend. He is an older guy, and sometimes needs extra help to do normal life. We were in his house when the door burst open…
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