Wow, I am, feeling this. I get bored easily and this did not bore me. I am homeless but not in some camp nor will I be sequestered in a camp where the social phobia may be an issue.
The Shopping Cart People
The Camp
The homeless camp was constructed using building materials consisting of other people’s garbage; cast-off goods, rusty shopping carts, torn clothing shreds were strewn to mark rough paths that wound around make shift shelters; clothesline strung and tarp shrouded structures with an occasional patched twenty dollar special nylon dome tent formed neighborhoods. The camp resembled something in between a junk-yard and a circus – bits of color and attempts at domesticity could be seen in a sunflower patch on the roof of one tent and a few pots of dingy green plants set in a semi-circle around the opening to a large tarp and clothesline dwelling. The smell of unwashed clothing and bodies was undercut by another scent: the scent of too many dark thoughts, too many wasted moments slowly passing by; the scent of a feeling past desperation, when desperation itself is a hopeful…
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Floyd, Times Are Changin 
Well thank you – I was homeless when I was much younger, by choice mostly, teenage beach bum. This is a story that has been bouncing around in my head for a while and is slowly making its way to the page. I’ll have to remember to add some more to it after I get done with the day job. Thanks for the compliment, I haven’t shared much of my fiction with people so this blog is a bit of an experiment.
Hey can you please check out my new post? It is half satire and I wonder what you think?
I’ve been preoccupied.. I will read and reply shortly!
Thanks Rachel.
I am cool.