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.