The first time I was homeless was when I went to Atlanta. I was in a homeless shelter, then when I got a job I used to miss the curfew for the shelter. So I ended up sleeping outside in the streets.
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I've been homeless on a few occasions.
When I was 19 years old, both of my parents died in the same year; my mom of cancer and my dad in a car accident. Through the next two or three years and a series of bad decisions - all my own, I might add - I ended up literally homeless, before that was even a word. I even slept occasionally under a pier on the Gulf Coast.
I have always felt a little homeless. It's a strange thing.
Being homeless is like living in a post-apocalyptic world. You're on the outskirts of society.
I was homeless for about 8 months, I refused to live with my dad or anyone for that matter. So I stayed somewhere that had no hot water, ever, no heat, I told myself I have to be strong and get through it on my own.
I was homeless for a little bit. I was on people's couches, but it was an amazing journey. I got to make people laugh all the way.
In June 2010, I moved out of my apartment and I have been mostly homeless ever since, off and on. I just live in Airbnb apartments and I check in every week in different homes in San Francisco.
I grew up homeless, you know, lived in and out of U-Haul trucks and, you know, apartment houses, friends.
I've been homeless. I've worked at 7-Eleven.
I grew up with a family that had very little and were at times homeless.