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I can remember that day like it was yesterday. I woke up in the morning like I always do, rolled up in my wet, blue sleeping bag around 3:50. I knew the finkin’ sprinkler system was going to go on, which woke me up every morning…except for the weekends, when they gave me a little rest!

I went back to sleep because I didn’t have to be at work — my telemarketing job — until 7:30. Five minutes later I heard that clicking sound. I grabbed my sleeping bag, sneakers, a big black bag that held my clothes, and made a beeline to the gazebo, which was 50 feet away. The sprinklers let out a spray of water that would reach the gazebo floor and tables.

I laid down on a table, my head on my white dirty pillow, and tried to sleep. It was impossible, but I still had to wait about an hour for the sprinkler to go off. Then I could go get my stuff 100 yards away, from under a big bush by the water. There, I would camouflage my sleeping bag, pillow, and bag of clothes.

The "Dar” always laundered my clothes. I knew she was stressed out at having me living in Mission Bay Park; she had to lie to her aging parents and say that I was doing fine.

After I got my clothes from my hiding spot, I would trudge back to the gazebo and dress in the wee hours of the morning. I had the place to myself; in my mind, that was my house. I would be naked, standing there in the cold early morning, thinking, What the hell am I doing? This is not normal. But I had no place to go.

So, I dressed up in my shirt and tie and walked through the park. An hour later I was waiting on Garnet to be picked up by the bus.

I had a pretty big desk area at work, so I stored some of my clothes in a bag there along with all the money I saved from working. I stored it in my desk, hidden by a lot of files, thinking nobody was going to go into my desk. Thank God, I was right. I was trying to save up enough for rent money, as I was not planning on staying in Mission Bay Park for a long time.

That day was rough. I did not get any sales and felt really crappy. I got back on the bus in Mira Mesa and headed back to Mission Bay. I walked past the Hilton, toward the gazebo. Nearby, I kept my mountain bike locked to a tree, but that day, when I came walking up to the tree, I did take a double-take — the bike was gone.

“Shit! Son of a bitch!” I yelled as loud as I could. Nobody was around to hear. Nothing I could do, so I walked to my spot by the water where I camouflage my stuff. There, again, I yelled and cried out some curses — all my stuff was gone: backpack, blanket, sleeping bag, dirty white pillow. Everything. I was wondering, What the hell is going to happen next?

About two hours later I got my answer. The Dar called. She was not in a good mood. She said she loved me but could not go on any longer like this, lying about where I live and work to her folks, her son, and other relatives. It was killing her emotionally, especially when she came to visit me and take me out to get fast food and then drop me back off at the park. That was “not normal” for anyone, she told me.

I thought to myself as she was crying on the phone, If I lose this woman, I might as well be dead. I did not tell her about my bike or stuff being stolen because that would have stressed her out more.

That night, after talking to her, I found a big carton lying on the sand, so I pulled it apart, laid it on the grass, and stared up at the stars until I fell asleep. When I woke up the next morning, it was cold outside, cloudy, drizzling. I was mad at me, mad at the world, felt like I had been taken advantage of with the theft of my belongings; I had just a few things to survive and those were gone. I thought nobody cared if I lived or died.

No sleeping bag to sleep in, no blanket to lay down, no backpack with my toothbrush and rolled up T-shirts, $30 worth of change that was gone…I had maybe five or six bucks in my wallet. I had no bike…but the worst is that I had no Dar. She was leaving me. But, I understood that any other woman would have dropped my sorry ass a long time ago.

I took the cardboard box and threw it into the bay, not caring about if I would need it later. I slowly walked toward Old Town to catch the trolley. It was maybe a mile away. I was in my not-so-clean shorts, a wrinkled T-shirt, had holes in my white socks, and my sneakers were pretty worn out, too.

I walked up the hill onto the bridge over the I-5 where cars and trucks whizzed by. It must have been 8 or 9 in the morning. I couldn’t recall what day it was. I was going to end my life. I saw the cars going by pretty fast as I stood on the ledge looking down. There were was nobody around who could see me. I remember cars honking. I must have been up there for three to five minutes, just staring, looking, my heart pounding a mile a minute, when I started to think, What if I jump and land on the pavement and don’t die? I might be paralyzed. That would suck!

There I was, ready to end my life, and I couldn’t even do that right! All I had to do was jump and I think it would have been over. While there, standing on the ledge, I thought, How the hell did I get here in the first place?

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eastlaker Jan. 27, 2014 @ 4:44 p.m.

You will be telling us more of this, right?

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laplayaheritage Jan. 27, 2014 @ 10:01 p.m.

Cell phones are a necessity. Especially for United States citizens that live in poverty and live on the streets.

http://www.assurancewireless.com/Public/Welcome.aspx

If an adult household in California has government subsidies, free cell phones may be available with 250 free minutes and 250 free text.

As an alternative for everyone, Assurance Wireless in cooperation for Virgin Mobile quotes $30 per month for Unlimited Talk, Text & Web for Unlimited voice minutes, texts, and web.

If you have a problem with the State law, bring up the issue to the Federal Communications Commission (FCC) and the Public Utilities Commission (PUC) which run the Free Cell phone program for the poor.

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Gekko4321 Jan. 28, 2014 @ 9:41 a.m.

What a low life 'viewer' is. 'Viewer' acts like he/she personally is paying for this guys phone. Even if it was paid by tax payers, which is unclear and I doubt, the entire nations homeless might cost 'viewer' $13 a year. Meanwhile 'viewer' doesnt blink an eye that he pays $56 a year in taxes for big oil subsidies. What a miserable, horrid person 'viewer' must be.

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laplayaheritage Jan. 27, 2014 @ 9:49 p.m.

Thank you for your moving story.

Please analyze our Homeless funding solutions. San Diego Government leaders, except for former Mayor Filner, have refused to analyze our easy solutions to end Homelessness.

Former Mayor Filner tried to force Civic San Diego to fund Homeless Solutions using $32 million in former CCDC Redevelopment Agency (RDA) Tax Increment (TI) siting in the bank to no avail.

www.tinyurl.com/20140127a

The lack of leadership at City Hall is resulting in the two Homeless Emergency Shelter Tents to run out of funding and close down on March 31, 2014. 60 Days from now.

Former Mayor Filner promised the Homeless that both tents would stay open year-round. Now that he is gone someone has to step up and lead.

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elvishasleftsandiego March 22, 2014 @ 11:22 a.m.

Suicide, as a sober biker I knew once said, is a permanent solution to a temporary problem, Woman left? Oh well. Been there. But homeless? Never, Thank God for that. Get off the street, man. By any means necessary. Get a roommate, find some cheap lodgings anywhere. You've got public transport down, so commuting is not a problem. You won't find a lot of mercy or kindness on the street. So don't be where you're not wanted. Believe it or not, coming up with the rent every month and paying bills always gave me a sense of accomplishment, even if I only had $40.00 to last me 2 weeks. And having a roof over the head and a heated room during a cold rainy night sometimes feels like Heaven. Get to work on your situation. Don't give up.

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