I felt real lucky to be inside on a rain-soaked, chilly day like this instead of out on the streets, trying like mad to find shelter from the harsh weather. Back when I was homeless, these days were the worst. It was bad enough already, crawling like a rat through Dumpsters, trying to find food or anything that resembled it. But when the weather was awful, life was unbearable and full of despair on every street corner. Nowhere to hide, no way to ever really feel warm, fed, or rested. All you could do was keep walking, keep moving, and hope that things got better.
