This is me two years ago living in San Francisco in my car with two cats.
In my car. With two cats. For months.
Chile, how did you end up homeless again?
What had happened was…
I was living in upstate NY and worked in psychedelics. However, I wanted to live in a place where I could connect with other folks in the community - especially the Black psychedelic community. I decided to relocate to San Francisco and sublet a place through an acquaintance. We didn’t have a written contract because this was a friend of a friend, we don’t need that. Besides, that would have made sense…
I pack up my car and my kitties Nalo & Mila, and we drive across the country. We get there, I unpack and head to bed because I am exhausted. The next day I get a text (A TEXT) from the owner that in short says “changed my mind, need my space back. GTFO.”
For your average person, this wouldn’t be an issue. A pain in the ass? Absolutely. However, it wouldn’t destroy their life. But I’m a poor. I didn’t have savings and shocker, my credit is trash.
What was I supposed to do?
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