Jackpot

 Last post about homeless mentions in novel: Jackpott: All Bets Are Off, I included a quote from main character, Rico. That was a long post. I am turned off by long posts, ha, ha. So continue that one here.

I never tell anyone that I lived on the streets. When residents of my high rise low-income senior apartment complex make disparaging remarks about homeless people, I am tempted to break my silence. I am well-liked among neighbors. I am not sure why. 

I am an introvert, thus keep to myself and tend to being quiet. Pre-coronavirus, I spent many hours doing jigsaw puzzles with other ladies and one man. Residents walking through sunporch where our table is (was) located, they would stop to see our progress and chat. Theresa and Brenda (and earlier, Rose RIP) had been doing puzzles long before I arrived. Hence they knew a lot of people and they chatted a lot while I mostly just listened.

We had parties. Music gets in me and I dance. Few people dance. I liked to stand in back of room dancing with myself when no one else would join me on dance floor. I also dressed for Halloween. More than one lady later said they did not expect it from me. (What did they expect?) They would mention that Quiet Word.

I smile. I am polite to most everyone. I do not hang out to gossip. I volunteer. I dunno. People just like me. a lot. I wonder, then when they are hating on street living people how they would feel knowing that was once me. 

The other part of what Rico said brought to mind that none of my family ever asked me about what it was like living on the streets. Not even my daughters or son. The only person that read my blog is a long time friend. Not that I any longer care or recall much of my days on the streets. Perhaps I will reread my homeless blog (moved to CD) someday. Ha, unlikely.