Admittedly, when I became homeless I had the same suburban perceptions about other homeless people. I have to admit it’s a mixed bag and is more a case by case basis much like how one picks ones “click of friend’s “, in Richmond.
   One afternoon at the lot a rather amusing seen occured. I was sitting on my cot as one of many surrealistic scenes unfolded in front of my eyes.
    A gentleman, whome I call move man and three others where engaged in a trivia contest about movies and song. While I am not a medical professional, move man , seems to be high fictional autistic who has an amazing knowledge of movies and movies of the last 40 years. Basically he was playing stump the chumps and winning. While this was going on  ,a  lady everyone calls couch was walking a turtle that a new person has with him as his emotional support animal. Hey why not. Couch, seems have had a meaningful conversation with this turtle as they walked the length of the parking lot. She is a rather complex person , well educated but,:was down on the streets with us for some reason. Sadly, the thing that drove us and the church wild was all the stuff she accumulated. It would take here a good two hours every day to build and take down her nesting area. She viewed herself as the den mother of the lot. Unfortunately, between her and the two Jamaicans the church had had enough of all us storing our stuff on their property and summarily threw everyone’s things in the dumpster. While it was understandable ithe situation could have been handled differently. Most of us are persivung this as a statement that it is time to move on. To bad some of the services for the homeless where starting to show up and help us agin. Now everyone may have to start from scratch agin. I don’t know much about the Jamaicans here on the lot , except like 60 yo 70 percent of the people here they seem to be serving despite thete mental health issues. However like couch they had more clothing, bags than anyone else on this lot.