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It was the summer of 03 that I showed up at the front door of city union mission ,pissed off at the world knowing I'm to good to be at the mission.it did not take long to accumulate to daily routine of the homeless, up at 5 find some food and be back at the mission by 3 to get a bed.i have entered a world of self pity and denial. At this time i believed in christ ,but only went to chaple when it was mandatory. I would rather be hustling  the next Dollar. I would sell everything  from candy to cell phones at the mission if there was a way to make some cash i had a corner on it. To be honest  it felt good. To be here,no one telling me what to do. I was a tough guy called Tiny ,quite the oxymoron as I'm 6'3 350.  Well i will post more later be blessed.