Re: Introduction by new member

Theodore Latham (
Fri, 17 Apr 1998 20:01:42 PDT

Glowing Bubble,

     Welcome to the Homeless People's Network and may I add, you're not 
alone in your experiences and you have stumbled into a warm, friendly, 
and immensely helpful discussion group, that I'm sure you will find 
beneficial in every aspect to your further and future growth as a "homed 
person"! Your story is a familiar one and you must never forget all that 
you've gone through in the name of "homelessness"! For me personally, 
homelessness and hitchhiking served as character builders for the many 
years that remain in my life! Once again Welcome to HPN :)


Tedrico Latham

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Glowing Bubble <> wrote:

>Hello, Everyone.
>  Tom invited me to send a brief intro of myself, so I will.
>Actually it turned out to be a long intro, so if you enjoy it,
>go for it, and if not, feel free to delete and move on :)
>I grew up in a very ordinary middleclass neighborhood, well-to-do,
>nice side of town, all the advantages. A stern, responsible Dad, yet 
>full of character, a man who was a Marine on one hand, and who picked 
>fallen baby birds and tried to nurse them back to health on the other. 
>An alcoholic mother who nevertheless took reasonably good care of me 
>my brother. As an overacheiver as a kid, everyone thought I would 
>go somewhere when I grew up.
>  Well, I did. In my 20's I hitchhiked with a boyfriend who beat me and 
>a dog all over the Western states, winding up in Salt Lake City. 
>Everyone was nice and kind and rides were easy. This was in the 80's. 
>the last leg of the journey into Utah, our ride was with two couples on 
>a school bus converted into a camper. They stole stuff to sell at flea 
>markets, and we stole stuff to eat. Outside of the city, they left us 
>before morning without our knowledge of their departure as we slept 
>outside at a reststop. All they got was our clothes and our cigarettes. 
>But damn, there was at least two cartoons!
>   We stood on the side of the freeway, the rain starting, and me in 
>nothing by a halter top. I don't remember being cold, and it was July 
>something. On the road we had bathed once in a cold stream. I don't 
>remember many showers, except one from a nice motorist who loaned us 
>shower. Hmm.
>   Salt Lake is a clean, orderly city, with many kind people. The parks 
>have groups of people who are homeless, use drugs, or just hang out. 
>Indians drank from paper saks.
>   We tied the dog behind a restuaurant. One morning he was gone. 
>   My boyfriend tried to get a job in a shop run by some religious 
>who also forwarded us money for rent. We moved into, well, maybe it was 
>the 2nd, 3rd, or 4th floor of a hotel. I just remember there were a lot 
>of steps and a view of the rockies. A few weeks passed. 
>   I called my parents to get money to get home. But I didn't go back 
>my parents house. I always could have, but I lived in the park, under 
>bridges, at a friends house, on the roof, anywhere, instead. 
>   I might have been able to work, but I didn't really want to. All I 
>needed was some food, smokes, and Nighttrain or a coldpak. What more 
>does someone need? 
>   My boyfriend had come back with me, but I left him after I really 
>didn't want to get hit anymore. I was never seriously hurt, but it was 
>still painful to get lumps on my head. 
>   I made homebase a lovely park. I would drink with anyone who'd drink 
>with me. I spent my time with a group of slightly older men, who worked 
>odd jobs, construction and stuff, who could pay for our booze and cigs. 
>I remember enjoying many long conversations with them, and I adored 
>all in a way, but I really don't remember what we talked about. One 
>we thought we'd get high on paint fumes and turned our teeth black, but 
>that's another story.
>   But the tale didn't begin with Salt Lake. Right after high school, 
>before I ever drank, I lived with a hippie boyfriend in the mountains 
>a barn. Well, it used to be a barn. Eventually, I got together with one 
>of his friends, and we lived in a TeePee, squatting on ground in the 
>woods, traveling miles over dirt trails to get there, bathing in a 
>and I mean, cold mountain stream. I guess that was home, in a way. For 
>   But it was a few summers later when I picked up beer as a 
>"socializing" helper, and soon, within a few very short years, woke up 
>one morning on the city street with folks my parents would have called 
>bums or hobos. Well, my dad did call me a tramp once when I was a 
>teenager, but I don't think he realized he was being prophetic.
>   When did it all change? Oh, it did change, finally, one morning in 
>alcoholics anonymous meeting. And, yes, now I have a home. Though it 
>a sailboat for a while!
>   But I didn't tell you about the time my boyfriend and I slept in a 
>shack, desperate for shelter, only to find it was full of fiberglass! 
>And that same place the cops crashed in, after the neighbors reported 
>something going on (just us!), and they pulled off our sleeping bags, 
>with flashlights and guns pointed. No, I didn't feel embarrassed to be 
>naked. Who really cared about anything, anyway?
>   And the time we hung a pair of really dirty socks on a bush since 
>there was no hope of getting them washed...
>   You know, that was the time of my being homeless. I wasn't really, I 
>could have lived with my parents, but I wanted to live by myself. Just 
>didn't need more than I had. 
>   Well, I'm sure there are all kinds of stories we could tell, since 
>herald from seven countries, Tom says. Please feel welcome to contact 
>by private email if you would like to talk.
>Beth "Glowing Bubble" Sonoluminescence
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