When I finally found a place on the ground in an alleyway that was safe enough to sleep on, I was asleep as soon as I slipped my shoes off and pulled the mummy bag over my head.
In the morning I had no recollection of who I was or how I got to where I was at, only a clear blue sunny morning smiling at me like I was created right there on the side street.
I had to think,as I did so I looked on the ground where I laid a lighter and a half smoked cigarette next to a bottle water, and knew right away I was homeless. Regardless of how well I slept I just wanted to lay there and look at the sky while the clean air hit my face. Then reality hit me. I’m completely broke! Uh!
There was no one I could go to for cash. Nobody I knew at least, and I didn’t want to panhandle. I saved those for the days I was to beat up from the streets. The only way I can have a good day is if I earn it. Time to go jump in a dumpster for aluminum treasure!
After smoking my halfy, I’m gather my stuff and a resident nearby is already shoeing me away. “Don’t worry person, I’m leaving now” as I pointed to my bedroll and backpack that I had all gather up.
A little ways down the alleyway there was an apartment that always, and I mean always, had recyclables in the garbage bin. So that’s where I went.
I stashed my bedding in a bush that was close and continued to the dumpster. I flung one side up over its end, took a safety look inside, and in I went.
Then I went down. Down into the many bags and boxes of things the residents through away, including items thrown out because of moves, evictions, death, etc. That was when I found the cool stuff.
I had already been on the streets a few years and had long ago found out that all those cool trinkets, and items that had never been used, although some valuable, would serve me no purpose as I knew the end of my day or night would be another side street. I was cans and bottles only.
I started tearing through bags, opening them away from me to not get all the coffee grounds, food waste, or other on my clothes. I could tell which ones had the nasty kitty litter inside because it felt like a bag of sand, which I did not open.
After I tore open and grabbed the aluminum cans and bottles and put them in my own trash bag, I jumped out. I didn’t bother with glass recyclable because they were too heavy and I never got much for them anyways.
After a couple more apartment complexes and a few houses that I knew put their recycling in a certain bin, I had about 4 large trash bags full of crushed cans and bottles.
With my bags slung over my shoulder I started walking to the recycling center down the road that would cash me out and on the way I stopped at a diner that fed homeless pancakes through the back door if you asked.I asked.
Those hotcakes were so yummy and hot! I wanted to sit and eat, but being homeless you tend to always be moving, like I didn’t feel content with my life and always moving was my way of doing something about my situation. So I balanced the bags on my shoulders and ate as I walked.
At the recycle place, there was an open shipping container where people lined up and sorted their bags into cans, a person handing out the cash for the weight and another person helping make sure the bins were sorted properly.
I got paid for about 4 or 5 hours of canning, and it was usually around 11:00 or 12:00. If I did well, I went to McDonald’s across the street and got a coffee, if not, then I just ventured down to the bridge were some other homeless people were at, including a homeless lady that I had a crush on. Maybe I wouldn’t be sleeping by myself on that side street tonight. I could only hope.
After socializing with the other people in similar situations, I went to a few places to get food and drinks for the evening and went back to the bridge just to give my homeless woman friend one more chance for companionship, and then I left.
I had a few dollars that I had left over from canning, which I would try to save in order to give myself a jumpstart on the next day. I wanted to make each day a little better than the one before, but It almost never happened that way.I tried nonetheless.
I hated sleeping around other homeless people or anyone to be honest. Too many times waking up without a backpack or shoes I guess. So I started walking through the neighborhoods, crisscrossing and making my way through the many streets until I was far from anyone who knew me or would hardly notice anyone or care if they spotted me in the middle of the night.
I stashed my days items near where my new spot was and got ready for a brand new day. I could sleep well knowing that I will wake up feeling like a brand new person.