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“Do not make homes out of people. This will leave you homesick and sad, missing arms that cannot hold roofs, hearts with shaky foundations.”

— Michelle K., Home. (via happy-absturz)

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12•15•2020

I desperately want to keep this blog updated but I've been slacking. Winter has hit SLC, UT to the max. We have managed to afford a hotel for this week as well as a few weeks past but we are living week to week and always have our stuff packed when the week is over... just in case. I hope everyone is staying warm. I am, for now.

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Ammonite (2020) dir. Francis Lee

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10•18•2020

I have literally written this damn post three times now, this being the fourth because the WiFi I’m using currently is god awful. But hey, what can ya do? Hopefully fourth time is the charm. Anyway... in my last post I mentioned how much I detest the amount of trash other homeless people leave when they abandon various spots. I once stumbled across a spot this guy and his wife had been staying at for apparently five years. There’s this decent sized patch of nature that’s in the center of a busy street, an apartment complex, and some businesses where my ex, my good friend, and I decided to go deeper into one day. Inside we found this little tarp laid over two sticks making a tent that was completely surrounded by two liter bottles, beer cans, fast food trash, and a million other things. I’m not exaggerating when I say the trash would have been ankle deep. The tarp tent was clearly abandoned but as we kept going the trash began to look newer. I mean, bottles of pee. Empty boxes of everything. Used tampons. Eventually we came up on this couple’s large tent and shot the shit with them. That’s how we found out they’d been there five years. And it showed. I could count their years in trash. It looked like each time their camp got too full of their garbage...they moved to another spot somewhere else inside this little tree cluster. That shit drives me nuts. There were grocery bags everywhere. They seemed to be a relatively intelligent couple, yet lacked the motivation to pick up after themselves whatsoever. Some chick (I believe it was a chick) commented on my last post saying something like “you wouldn’t believe how hard it is to find somewhere to throw away your garbage when you don’t have a place to live. Maybe you should try helping out”. Something very close to that. And I was like biiiiiitch, I MYSELF DO NOT HAVE A PLACE TO LIVE, yet I don’t struggle putting my trash into a bag and finding somewhere to throw that bag or bags away. Anyway... that being said... despite my hatred for people not giving a fuck about our planet... I do love scavenging spots where people have just left or forgotten their random shit. Today I went and checked out the area behind the motel I’ve been staying at.

I’ve been to this motel a million plus times and never noticed there was an area of space between the freeway and the motel. Went and checked it out and it’s obvious that it’s frequented by people. There was random shit everywhere. Especially used foils and syringes. I carefully scavenged the shit out of it and found myself two pairs of cute ass pants that looked like they’d be there for awhile. I stashed them until I come up with the $4 in quarters it’ll take to wash them here. Also during today’s scavenger hunt I found: a dope charger cable that works perfectly, 20+ brand new bobby-pins, 2 new markers, 3 quality gel pens, a really cool little stash vial, and a few other things I can’t remember off the top of my head.

There’s no shame in my trash-surfing game. I’m the epitome of “one bitch’s trash is another bitch’s treasure”. DISCLAIMER‼️ Your girl does not take anything unless I feel certain it’s been abandoned. So please ... if anyone is out there actually reading my posts... don’t come at me sideways saying I’m stealing anything from anyone. I won’t rob nor steal from someone unless they burn me first. And that’s just facts.

It was so beautiful outside today. Tomorrow I want to scope out the area along the freeway wall. See if I can find some more shit. Maybe someone’s drugs that got thrown out cause they’re getting pulled over. Lolololz.

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One thing I hate about my fellow homeless population is the trash they leave in any spot that they dwell in. Every single spot that someone could camp out at is riddled with trash. You guys! Clean up your fucking trash.

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Still in room 134. My homie rented this hotel room 4 weeks ago when he got a lump some of money and we haven’t been able to escape it since. Okay...yes.... it’s a million times better than being out on the street like we were before we got here... especially since it’s significantly colder now than it was when we initially got the room. BUT this hotel is fucking trash. The people, the hotel itself, 3300 s... Matt had his phone charging in the window and someone opened the damn window today and snagged his phone. And everyday multiple times someone is knocking on the door wanting to come in for some reason or another. Also we have had someone staying here that we hardly know since day one. Different people, but always someone. Honestly I’m missing living at the park where we were before this. Because I’m sick of the bullshit of this place. We had all of our shit packed and were ready to go when my homies mom texted him and told him she would pay for another week. I’m like fuuuuuuck. Haha. Oh well. It’s a warm place and I can shower everyday. Beggers can’t be choosers.

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Room 134. It’s 3:57 am. I’m currently out smoking a cigarette...taking a break from packing up all my stuff to check out of the hotel room I’ve been in for almost 4 weeks. Currently there’s 6 people in our room....excluding me because I’m out here smoking. Staying here has been wild. Everyone around here is homeless to some degree and people weasel their way into other people’s rooms to sleep on their floor, in their bathroom, whatever! Every single night since my best friend got this room, there has been someone crashing on the floor. Tonight I invited this couple and their two kids to come in and stay because it’s cold outside and they were out sitting on the stairs because the van they were living in was towed. They had their two young children wrapped up in a blanket and all their stuff around.... I just couldn’t let them stay out there. I’ve met the dad, Diamond, two or three times in passing because he uses the outlet outside our room door to charge his phone and other devices. They seem to be good parents that are just struggling. So I brought them in tonight and gave them the bed. Nobody else was invited but they’re still here and I don’t feel like kicking them out tonight. Especially since we are checking out in the morning and it’s known by everyone that tonight is the last night of room 134. Tomorrow we are back on the street. I imagine we will return to the park we stayed at before my friend got some money to spend on rooms for the last month. It’s a lot colder than it was a month ago, that’s for sure, and I’m nervous about that. But I’ve gotten myself some boots and this kid who had crashed here a couple times left a winter coat I’ve taken on as my own since he hasn’t been back for it. I’m ready to be done with this room and this motel though. Sick of the people who frequent it. We’ll see if I still feel this way 16 hours from now when I’m freezing my girl balls off on this Utah fall weather. But right now .... fuck you, room 134. Fuck you.

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[10•14•2020]

I am going to update this more god dammit. Me and my friend Matt have been on the streets together since July. But we have managed to afford a motel room for the last three weeks. It’s been nice to not sleep outside for awhile. We can only afford one more night after tonight, so then it’s back out there... it’s always hard to readjust to being outside 24/7 after having a place to actually be for an extended period of time. But adapting quickly is something I do well. I went and purchased a larger backpack from Savers to carry all my stuff in. The one I had before was really cute... but too small for what it was being used for. (holding the entirety of what I own) ⬇️⬇️

I think it’s pretty cute. And that Bart Simpson pin is just the best.

Life at Motel 6 in South Salt Lake, Utah has been wild. I’ve made lots of friends... or met lots of people I should say. People knocking on our door constantly asking to either come in to do their drugs or wanting something. Random ass people. It’s bizarre. People are bizarre. And I hate most of them.

I will try to make a valiant effort to keep this updated with what’s going on in this world of mine. For my own archive.

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i met the sweetest little stranger. 9•1•2020

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my name is jordan and i am 30 years old. i have been homeless on and off multiple times over the course of my life for various reasons. it is quite an experience and i have always wanted to document some of them. i regret not doing this sooner because over this past summer i have so many worth telling stories happen. i am not glorifying this life i live. it is not easy beyond the telling of it and i am working to claw my way out of the hole I have created myself.

anyway. today is september 1st, 2020. the first day i am starting my story, though this story hasn't just begun.