The start of my homelessness
This is the truth as I see it.
My homelessness started years before I left home.
When I was young growing up in Brooklyn, New York, I was about 13 years old and I was coming home from school and a guy asked me if I needed a ride home.
I told him, “No, I don’t know you.” But then I got in the car anyway.
He raped me. Then he took me home and gave me a $100 bill.
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