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…