My dear sweet, kind, landlady, Ms. Rose had to help me buy two shirts and a pair of khakis because some people had stolen my clothes from a shelter in Norfolk, Virginia. Rose was a tremendous help in my recovery. She used to be an accountant for the Philippine Embassy so she was good at helping me try to get back on track. I reluctantly accepted Rose’s thrift store clothing offering because I was so used to popping my own tags off of brand-new gear. It was all quite the humbling experience! Eventually, I moved on out with “the Rev.” for a little while before heading out to Montgomery County in Maryland.
I continued to rent a room on my own until we came across a housing code violation (no ventilation) that became a rent dispute and I still got evicted! The judge told me “You get what you pay for.” No victory. No lawsuit or nothing. I was kind of convinced that I couldn’t or wouldn’t win with the system but who else did I have as they eventually salvaged me from the streets of D.C. after all of my fights with the law in D.C., Maryland and Virginia, known as the DMV. It’s like I had a unification match! Alas, that is the life of advocates for people’s rights. It’s a fight!
Speaking of fights, as I said in a previous article, I paid my friend Yusefback at least $200 for DVDs I pawned without his permission after the fact! I also apologized to him for my behaving like that. But I was still mad at him, so I’d address the letters I wrote to him to as ATTN: “Yuseless” and “Ulysses” and “UNICEF” cause this guy was tripping like he had been around the world or something and he needed help. I do believe I sent two $200 money orders for those three letters and none were returned to sender. In the end, I was just glad to have made it back to my hometown city of D.C.! Hoorah!
