Psychedalienation
Bluelighter
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Hi all. My name is Andrue. I'm 18 years old and I've been homeless on the Venice Beach boardwalk for 5 months.
I just wanted to write a perspective entry of how life is here and see what your responses are like.
My background is a upper middle class household. I'm not a violent person. My life came here from drugs and alcohol. I've never been arrested. Minimal police interaction in my life. Never been homeless before. Until now.
Since I've been here, I've been robbed twice, beat up once, beat someone else up once, met 3 pedophiles and interacted with them and, almost got raped 3 times, seen every person of every color doing every crime and good deed there is, smoked meth for the first time, watched someone shoot drugs for the first time, saw someone get tazed for the first time, did a mystery powder off the sidewalk that ended up being Ketamine, made music for money with new friends, panhandled for the first time, met hundreds of people, cried, laughed, tweaked, slumped, fought, loved, hated, ate dumpster food, froze my ass off, slept on the sand at night for the first time, slept in a tent for the first time, screamed at my best friend, hugged my worst enemy, and lived this life.
My daily routine is comepletely random. The only thing the that stays the same is the constant intake of cannabis, alcohol, and nicotine. I hate it here and love it here. There are more crazy people here than I have ever met in my entire life and I have lived in many, many cities. There are hundreds of unstable, loose cannon mentally disabled homeless people here and when you give them crystal methamphetamine or PCP, it 's not good.
The most popular drug here is crystal meth. Damn near everyone does it. I'd done meth once before I came here and it was my first time. I snorted that time. Since I came here, i've done meth at least 15 times, and I smoked the last two times. I've stayed up for 3 days one time. I hate meth but sometimes I do it just because my friends do it and I don't want to be tired while they are up.
I want to get out of here. I feel so lost but so complacent. Food and drugs are extremely plentiful here. Handouts are frequent. We get free shit constantly. But once night hits and you're on meth riding your bike down the boardwalk by Ozone and you get harassed by Shoreline Crips or some crazy tweaker and you're mobbing towards the police station at 20 mph on your bike... It's then that you think, damn, why the fuck am I here.
Don't know where this entry belongs but I'll leave it in culture. Feel free to ask questions.
I just wanted to write a perspective entry of how life is here and see what your responses are like.
My background is a upper middle class household. I'm not a violent person. My life came here from drugs and alcohol. I've never been arrested. Minimal police interaction in my life. Never been homeless before. Until now.
Since I've been here, I've been robbed twice, beat up once, beat someone else up once, met 3 pedophiles and interacted with them and, almost got raped 3 times, seen every person of every color doing every crime and good deed there is, smoked meth for the first time, watched someone shoot drugs for the first time, saw someone get tazed for the first time, did a mystery powder off the sidewalk that ended up being Ketamine, made music for money with new friends, panhandled for the first time, met hundreds of people, cried, laughed, tweaked, slumped, fought, loved, hated, ate dumpster food, froze my ass off, slept on the sand at night for the first time, slept in a tent for the first time, screamed at my best friend, hugged my worst enemy, and lived this life.
My daily routine is comepletely random. The only thing the that stays the same is the constant intake of cannabis, alcohol, and nicotine. I hate it here and love it here. There are more crazy people here than I have ever met in my entire life and I have lived in many, many cities. There are hundreds of unstable, loose cannon mentally disabled homeless people here and when you give them crystal methamphetamine or PCP, it 's not good.
The most popular drug here is crystal meth. Damn near everyone does it. I'd done meth once before I came here and it was my first time. I snorted that time. Since I came here, i've done meth at least 15 times, and I smoked the last two times. I've stayed up for 3 days one time. I hate meth but sometimes I do it just because my friends do it and I don't want to be tired while they are up.
I want to get out of here. I feel so lost but so complacent. Food and drugs are extremely plentiful here. Handouts are frequent. We get free shit constantly. But once night hits and you're on meth riding your bike down the boardwalk by Ozone and you get harassed by Shoreline Crips or some crazy tweaker and you're mobbing towards the police station at 20 mph on your bike... It's then that you think, damn, why the fuck am I here.
Don't know where this entry belongs but I'll leave it in culture. Feel free to ask questions.