And I did not have a home, or a job. I was learning how to find and trying hard, every day at Starbucks. I would always run as fast as I could from the shelters, deadly as they are to the nice ones, the white ones, and the honest ones. Deadly as they where the freezing air of down town Manhattan where better. The freezing man on the subway rack white glaze over blue nose, the frozen feet in summer shoes, the glass of water at Starbucks to fill with milk when no one was watching, oh and sugar and cinnamon. Yes I was doing great you can read. New York is not easy, New York is the toughest City in the whole wide world.
I had during these times found a little job here and there, but had to leave when the person I was going to work in place of was going to stay. I remember standing at the water seeing the entire ocean was frozen. I may find an old pic in my phone, this is a photo of the frozen ocean anyways.