Let’s imagine that for some reason you find yourself homeless. There’s no one to call there’s no money there’s no bank account there’s nothing you’re just homeless. It doesn’t really matter what time of year it is but it’s better if it’s summer or maybe early summer. Within 3 hours something’s going to happen, you’re going to need a drink of water or you will need to go to the bathroom, or you might be very cold where you’re sitting or you might be very hot or it might be hard or it might be bumpy but it’s not soft; it’s never soft. Chances are you’re in a town, people are walking around and nobody notices you, yet.
Let’s say that you have to go to the bathroom maybe you just have to pee. You look around for any public bathrooms with no kuck. Maybe a few businesses say paying customers only but most of them just say no restroom. You look to see if there’s any government buildings, they have to let you use them but then you remember oh yeah the nearest one is about 3 miles across town. Now the urge is getting uncomfortable you’re going to have to do something soon so you might as well start walking toward the nearest building you know that has to allow you. But then you can’t help but notice will that bush cover me maybe I could get away if I go in there but then you remember, if you get caught urinating outside you will be listed as a predator. So you walk the 3 mi and you pee and you are so grateful for that for that bathroom.
That walk really did you in so now you need to sit down and just rest a minute so you look for a public bench. You see one but it’s full and you don’t see any others. You look for maybe the wall of a fence to sit on which of which there are plenty but they have little spikes embedded in the top put their specifically to stop people like you from sitting on them. So the only place that you can find it’s the curb.
You had never actually sat on a curb before, and you are surprised by the thick exhaust from the cars that hits your face. The smell will infuse your clothing within minutes. But you deal with it because you’re tired and your feet hurt. You see people looking at you as they pass and you know what they’re thinking by their strange expressions; they think you are drunk, or on drugs. And the longer you rest the more suspicious glances you see, but now also from the windows of surrounding businesses. Embarrassed by these unfamiliar faces, you get up and start walking. It’s not until you walk another mile that you realize you don’t even know what direction you’re going. You just wanted to get out of there.
I Don't Expect You To Believe Me 