Seattle, I lived on the streets in Seattle in , and lived in shelters and transitional houses for many years after that. I was 15 at the time, and there is a pretty big homeless population here. We had some weird rules. I mostly lived on Broadway, and each homeless group really had their own rules. There were also the ave rats, who lived up by the university. They had a whole political system.
People were at the top, and people were at the bottom. You could also get kicked off the ave, and most those kids would end up on Broadway. Almost everyone on Broadway was a junkie, or gay. And there were the downtown kids, mostly young foster runaways or kids with mental issues…lots of juggalos down there.
So, I guess we were sort of the crazy group. The big one I remember is that you always took off your shoes when you sleep. And if you sleep outside, sleep on top of your bag and tuck your shoes under it. Sometimes my bag was way too packed to pull that off comfortably, but people would take your shoes, just to fuck with you.
Just too much heroin going around really to have that type of control. Broadway is pretty small too, just about 7 blocks long…so people would panhandle right next to you all the time.
Like I always camped out in front of this mexican place, because they had awesome leftovers. But, it was absolutely uncool to sit or lie down around other homeless kids. Or stand on the side of the sidewalk that the stores are on. I remember asking other homeless kids to stand all the time, just because I was sick of getting picked up by the cops.
Lots of theft too, no real like idea of a moral code at all there. Although, people would share their drugs with you all the time. Later on I lived at tent city, and still got stuff stolen from me quite often even though they have a decent community too. I live at a transitional work facility. I work full time for the guy who runs the ministry to cover my rent and he lets me use a car to get back and forth from school because I knew him for years beforehand.
It could be a lot worse for me, but also I really want to get out of here. Some guys are nice, others pretend to be nice, and some are ruthless motherduckers. The worst part about being homeless is the loneliness. I meet people at college but being broke keeps me at arms length. You will be amazed at what people are willing to do if your making an honest attempt at getting on your feet and you do your best to present yourself that way. That may be an opportunity to get you started again. Money, food, bed and job and all you have to do is show up.
Average looking white, 20yr male college student. For my family, I remembered that we would go to the library everyday for several hours at a time. The women in my shelter would befriend you and back stab you just to laugh at you when you get kicked out. Is there general prostitution in the area? Chances are some of the women in the shelter are a part of that problem.
Do you own things of any value? Welp, better keep them to yourself, because some asshole will try to steal them and resell them. If you do, they will hunt you down and find you. Be really careful out there Contrary to what some others have said, carrying a weapon is bad news; you think it will protect you, but it will only invite trouble.
The police and citizens will harass you. It was the only reason I made it out of that life. Help each other out. Be friendly, it goes a long way. Share info on where to get food, dive, sleep, etc. Cops hate the homeless, stay away. Mental health agencies are a gamble; if you actually have issues, they may report you to police.
Most homeless take advantage of the free resources offered by these agencies, so they go to them, but they are often bad news. Just take the resources and run. You will find may new uses for condoms non-sexual uses, that is. Seriously, some people want it. This goes for anyone confronting an intoxicated person.
Get away as quickly as possible after that. Thank god for public libraries. One word; AIDS, which will severely restrict your access to community health care.