I never thought I would be homeless in my 40s. My body and mind are stressed out. I stay in my storage, cause that’s all I can afford. I go to the U-Haul every day to try and catch moving jobs. I used to make about $2,000 a month on moving jobs, painting, and landscaping. Now it’s just me trying to compete with 30 guys, and I have no chance of getting a job. For some reason, America has given the colored man, a.k.a Black men, a bad reputation. So when I am trying to get a job they say they don’t need any help. Then they go into U-Haul and come out, and hire someone else.
It’s like a bad dream but I keep on trying to get a job. I will never give up. I have a 13-year-old son, Mikey Jr. and I have not seen him in two years. I talk to my son on the phone. I really want to be a father to my son, but I can barely take care of myself. The good thing is my son is with my aunt. So he’s in good hands.
Hopefully, things will get better and I can be in my son’s life.
