Day 3 In Paradise
3rd night here. The people are kind, the whiteboxes are great, the nights are warm, the alcohol and weed flows. There's just one big problem(?). I've spent everyday here working on finding a place to sleep while the law looms over my head. Finding somewhere to sleep proves difficult, and being caught guarantees a month in jail. I've slept for, at most, 4 hours each day. Almost a hundred cops in 4 miles of city, patrolling day and night looking to arrest anyone for the slightest mistake. Cameras on all the major streets. Bushes are cut short and placed in a way as to not allow hidy holes. Spotlights at every blind spot. Fake weed being pushed by the shops. The laws are grey as to give cops the option to pick and choose who may be or not be. Buses are few and expensive. The laws are built not to harass, but to dismantle the rights of any homeless. Mistakes do not get corrected with warnings, the ppl are simply gotten rid of. It is eerie seeing how condensed the hotile architecture is. I whole heartedly love the challenge, the lessons my elders taught me are shining here, i hope it makes them proud. I want to leave, but i need to wait until Tuesday to get some supplies i need. I am determined to master this city before then, all that's left on my to do list is find somewhere i can get a full 8 hours of sleep. For those wondering about the boat i was planning on making, i have determined that it would be an instant trip to jail the moment i disembark from land. So i had to scrap the idea. Also, i want to make this point very clear. I love this city, she may be a tough cookie, but she sure is sweet. I've never been somewhere where everyone was so kind, and to everyone here, i want to thank you for this experience.
3rd night here. The people are kind, the whiteboxes are great, the nights are warm, the alcohol and weed flows. There's just one big problem(?). I've spent everyday here working on finding a place to sleep while the law looms over my head. Finding somewhere to sleep proves difficult, and being caught guarantees a month in jail. I've slept for, at most, 4 hours each day. Almost a hundred cops in 4 miles of city, patrolling day and night looking to arrest anyone for the slightest mistake. Cameras on all the major streets. Bushes are cut short and placed in a way as to not allow hidy holes. Spotlights at every blind spot. Fake weed being pushed by the shops. The laws are grey as to give cops the option to pick and choose who may be or not be. Buses are few and expensive. The laws are built not to harass, but to dismantle the rights of any homeless. Mistakes do not get corrected with warnings, the ppl are simply gotten rid of. It is eerie seeing how condensed the hotile architecture is. I whole heartedly love the challenge, the lessons my elders taught me are shining here, i hope it makes them proud. I want to leave, but i need to wait until Tuesday to get some supplies i need. I am determined to master this city before then, all that's left on my to do list is find somewhere i can get a full 8 hours of sleep. For those wondering about the boat i was planning on making, i have determined that it would be an instant trip to jail the moment i disembark from land. So i had to scrap the idea. Also, i want to make this point very clear. I love this city, she may be a tough cookie, but she sure is sweet. I've never been somewhere where everyone was so kind, and to everyone here, i want to thank you for this experience.