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Monday, June 29, 2009
To Serve
I'm still immature and am slightly fascinated by monetary success, and was thrilled when I first read about this simple measure of success a while back.
It's pretty much an easy way to see WHY a person (or organization) has a certain amount of wealth.
Simply look at a person or organization and ask: Who do they serve?
Look at what they do for other people and how many people they serve. Almost immediately it becomes apparent.
It breaks down like this: Serve few + not valuable work = Little money Serve few + valuable work = Good money Serve few + very valuable work = Lots of money
Serve lots + not valuable work = Little money Serve lots + valuable work = Good money Serve lots + very valuable work = Lots of money
If you're a numbers person you can make into a simple mathematic function: People Served = a Value of Service = b Success = c
a X b = c If you want 'c' to be higher, you just have to increase 'a' or 'b' (or both).
Perhaps it's easiest to demonstrate with real life examples:
The guy making your burger at McDonald's: Makes little money. He performs a job almost any person can quickly learn. If he cannot show up, someone can easily replace him. Serves one organization and doesn't serve much.
Cardiac Surgeon: Makes good money. Goes through over a decade of grueling medical training to be prepared for any circumstance that arises in their specialty. They serve relatively few people in the grand scheme of things, but they serve those individuals A LOT (he can either save you or kill you). Can he be replaced? Yes. However there are relatively few cardiac surgeons in the general population, so it's very difficult. This means if someone is particularly "good" amongst their peers they could make quite sizable sums of money for their premium service. Serves few but serves them a lot.
Elton John: Makes lots of money. Provides a small amount of service (entertaining them is still serving them) to a large amount of people. Has a unique style, voice and persona that's nearly impossible to duplicate. Serves a little but serves a lot of people.
Google: Makes lots of money. Here's a fun one. Google serves A LOT of people (billions) and provides them a lot of service. Almost everything they offer is free, and it's almost always a few grades better than competing services that charge money. They provide lots of service to lots of people. It's no wonder they will make lots of money.
So who do you serve?
How much value are you providing them?
I bet your answers will clearly reflect your income. For fun, take a look at everyone around you and calculate their incomes using this method. Pretty cool huh?
Since you know this, you can now improve your own outcome (c) by improving one or both of those areas.
I remember reading a Zig Ziglar quote that said, "People often say that motivation doesn't last. Well, neither does bathing - that's why we recommend it daily."
That made me laugh out loud!
I used to put all sorts of post-it notes on my bathroom mirror and on my walls but in the last year or so I haven't done that. I've always put little post-its on my computer monitor, but those quickly fade into the background. In fact until I wrote this I forgot I even had one on the monitor AS I TYPE!
Perhaps something I look at for 10+ hours a day isn't the best place for a reminder as it fades into the background so quickly.
About a year ago I read every book I could find on Jerry Seinfeld, and one of the keys to his success was his small, but extremely consistent generation of new comedic content. Everyone interviewed said, "Jerry was the only comic I knew who wrote new material every single day."
There was a passage of him talking about his method (Don't quote this as I'm reciting it from memory):
I take one of those giant year-long calendars and post it on the wall. If I write new material that day, at the end of the day I put a big, red "X" over that day.
He goes on to explain that after you have a long streak of X's marking the last few months, you don't want to break the streak by not writing that day. This way he is motivated to write everyday, and pretty soon it just becomes a natural habit...and I'm sure a lot easier too.
This "Seinfeld Calendar" can easily be applied to any task you want to perform daily.
First order of business: apply it to my life.
Step 1.) Buy a big damn calendar. Office Depot. Check.
Step 2.) Define what I want to put an "X" on each day for. This took longer than expected. I had no idea what I wanted to do everyday! It has to be something you're dead serious about performing EVERY DAY no matter how tired or busy you are.
After jotting down some possibilities I came upon the realization that I'm great at making challenging to-do lists, but can be a bit of a slug trying to complete them. What good is a daily to-do list if not completed daily?
So my personal "X" for the day is if I fully completed my pre-defined to-do list.
I of course append different things to that requirement in my mind like "Did I do valuable work today?" but then things get too subjective. A simple, concrete, singular goal will be best.
So here is the "Seinfeld Calendar" I hung in my room. When I wake up in bed it's the first thing I see.
I put small quotes here and there on the calendar for fun. I started this calendar on June 1st, 2009 and I've done a decent job, but not consistent of knocking out full to-do lists everyday. Out of 26 days so far in June I've missed my goal 8 days. Most of those are weekends (which I still make to-do lists for), but there are several weekdays which are completely inexcusable.
However I'm getting better. Those blank spaces piss me off. They make me think, "What was I possibly doing that in the long run could've been more helpful than completing all my work for the day?"
Flying a sign: Holding a sign on the side of the road.
Panhandling: Walking around at gas stations, streets, busy parks, supermarkets etc. and asking people for money.
Random Hustles: Washing windshields at stoplights, pointing out parking spots and other relatively useless services.
Different areas, climates and populations promote or discourage different types of efforts.
This time I experienced a part of Austin, TX. called Riverside as well as the Downtown area. Riverside bums camp out in the woods or live under a bridge. To get food they dumpster dive, panhandle (aka walking around at gas stations or supermarket asking people) or fly signs. People often give food.
For food the Downtown homeless population simply goes to one of many free soup kitchens or organizations that provide free meals. I was VERY well fed when pretending to be homeless in downtown Austin. For extra money they may panhandle for a short while, or they can go to a day labor center and get a manual labor job for the day (although almost none actually do this).
For the most part food seems to be easily available (at least here in Austin) no matter where you go.
So if food is taken care of, where does that money you give bums go? I'd say less than 20% goes to food, and most goes to drugs and alcohol (from what I saw, mainly beer).
After observing the lifestyle many of these people lead, I feel relatively little sympathy, and don't particularly feel like giving them any money.
So should you give them money? In short, my answer is: NO.
Why I won't give:
It supports bums standing on street corners begging or panhandling all over the place, and I don't like that.
There are usually plenty of places to go for a meal.
It's usually only the chronically homeless that stand outside flying signs or panhandling for money.
Most "real" homeless people who have temporarily fallen on hard times rarely ask for money in any of these ways.
So those are some of my reasons. It's very obvious that many people DO give, it's an economic truth that if no one gave, they wouldn't be out there trying for very long.
However if YOU decide to give away YOUR money, that's your personal decision. A lot of people will even voluntarily buy bums cigarettes or beer. Once again, that's a personal decision.
I especially hate giving money to bums downtown in my area, because I found out just how easy it was to get a free meal, plenty of food and even temporary jobs.
For the Homeless Experiment I ended up leaching off some public services for a few days to see what homeless life was like. In all honesty I don't feel like giving much back (I was much more enthused to donate a computer to the library than I am to give to the homeless shelters), but something tells me I should at least replace what I took.
Therefore I think there's three places I should donate back to:
The ARCH of Austin: I stayed here for a night in "The Penthouse", got to take a shower and was fed a meal. I don't like how they've put a homeless shelter right in the heart of the Downtown Entertainment District, but I do like the services provided. If someone were to actually want to get out of homelessness, the ARCH provides everything you need to live for a while at no costs....thus giving you valuable time to get back on your feet.
The ARCH has an online donation page, so I just pledged $30 as a donation through PayPal.
Caritas of Austin: I ate here several times through this experiment and also took extra food to survive on. They let me in, no questions asked, allowed me to take as much food as wanted and were very kind to everyone. I also crashed one of their fundraiser events a while ago, so I suppose some small donation is well deserved for this organization.
Their basic function to serve meals to the needy is fulfilled, however their success at consistently serving good meals to anyone in need almost makes some people feel entitled to this service. However I'm guessing those feeling entitled are a small majority...it was mainly some of the obvious drug addicts. Almost everyone else there very much appreciated the valuable community service they provide.
Caritas has a donation page where you can donate online and select a particular service to send the money to. I donated $30 to the Community Kitchen which I ate meals from.
Black Mike: This is the guy I met under the bridge my first day out and my last day out. Mike is actually quite intelligent, able bodied and yet still homeless. He is the kind of guy who makes you want to say, "WHY DON'T YOU GET A JOB YOU BUM!?"
I spent the most time with Black Mike and was amazed by how much he read. He loves reading fantasy novels...big, giant 500+ page fantasy novels that have over 10 series of books in them. He enthusiastically told me elaborate stories about blue dragon eggs, faraway fantasy lands and a bunch of other crap I didn't care about....but he really loved that stuff.
I asked him, "Well you're smart, imaginative and have a lot of free time, why don't you write your own fantasy novel?"
He was almost floored by the question.
I quickly realized in his world people rarely highlight his better qualities or give him motivation to move beyond his current state. The people he begs from don't, the other bums on Riverside don't. I started hounding him on this line of questioning because I think it could actually help him.
Imagine this: A homeless guy whose been to the penitentiary and ended up living under a bridge for years becomes a fantasy novel author....now THAT'S a success story to tell! He could milk that story for all it's worth to gain notoriety and therefore gain exposure for any books he writes.
I actually do not support him living under a bridge and begging for money to buy beer with day after day. Therefore I will not give him money and I will not give him beer (although that'd be a great gift to almost any bum on the street).
So here's what I'm going to donate to Black Mike:
Before I went home I left him my sleeping bag, jeans, extra socks, poncho and sweater hoodie.
A plastic storage container to store/organize his stuff. All his stuff is collectively dumped into a cardboard box with no top. Raccoons and cats routinely get into it. This should help curb that.
A book on how to write science fiction. The book is actually called, "How To Become A Famous Writer Before You're Dead" and has a lot of information that he could use to at least ATTEMPT becoming some sort of writer.
A composition journal (the kind I almost always carry with me).
Two Zebra pens (my favorite pens).
So monetarily-wise I'm not giving him much back, my total bill for all this stuff (sans the old stuff I left him) was around $35 (book was most expensive), but I think if he takes some advice and tries to get a novel off the ground it could have some long-lasting impact on him....much more than a couple of bucks would. Perhaps he won't become a best selling author (although you never know), but at least if he takes on writing as a serious hobby it could somehow lead to a better and more fulfilling life.
I can't say I'd be willing to help walk him through all the steps, but I'll have given him the encouragement and tools to make it happen. "You can lead a horse to water, but you can't make him drink."
So tomorrow afternoon I'm going to swing by the ole bridge and give him this stuff:
This should even out what I've taken from the world for this experience.
Ever see someone (most likely a homeless person) take a peek inside a garbage dumpster and pull something out? That's called dumpster diving.
Even all the bums I met during my Homeless Experiment call it that. I personally think that's a gross name, I'd preferably euphemize the name and call it "Alley Fishing" or "Refuse Rumbling" to give it a more appetizing sound.
Anyhow, it's a more common practice than I expected amongst the chronically homeless. I thought this was a practice relegated to only the bummiest of bums, but it's not, and I see why.
Let's say there's a Dominoe's Pizza store somewhere. A person never picks up their pizza and now the pizza doesn't have a customer to eat it. What do you think happens to that pizza? Well 99% of the time it gets thrown out.
Later on around 10pm the pizza shop is getting ready to shut down. What do you think happens to all the left over pizzas? Employees may take some home, but the majority gets thrown out (enforced by health code laws) into the dumpster behind the store.
Now let's say you're REALLY HUNGRY and had no other food, and you see an employee dump four hot pizzas (still fully boxed) into the top of the dumpster. The pizzas are resting neatly on top of a stack of discarded cardboard, and they're right within your reach. Would you reach in and grab the pizzas?
I believe most humans would depending on their hunger level.
Now think about a busy fast food restaurant such as Wendy's. Literally hundreds of burgers, fries, orders of mashed potatoes, chicken nuggets etc. get thrown out every day. Whenever an order is wrong, a person got ketchup and didn't want it or if they just made too many cheeseburgers for lunch, this all must legally be thrown out. Where does it go? Usually into a big food bag then later thrown into the dumpster behind the store.
Imagine you're hungry and find a giant bag full of food (most of which is still hot) resting in a dumpster. I hate to say it, but that's pretty tempting.
I actually very much sympathize with George in this clip:
I learned in my short time pretending to be homeless that dumpster diving is one of the most lucrative forms of scavenging for food.
You can either panhandle or fly a sign for hours and make between $5 and $20 to buy food or simply take a quick peek into several dumpsters and hit the jackpot (then you can use the money to buy beer). In the Riverside area where I stayed under a bridge, there are about 20+ eating establishments (most of them fast food) within less than a 5 minute walk away. Most of them are literally 50 paces away.
At the right times you can find large quantities of still hot, still wrapped food floating near the top of the dumpster..."Like an angel" as George Costanza described it. There is so much food from this type of scavenging that a lot of the bums have preferences of what types of food they go for! One guy told me he loves Chinese food so he rummages through those restaurants most often. Another guy loves the pizza, so he goes behind CiCi's Pizza Buffet and Pizza Hut (buffet places throw out HELLA food).
So did I do it during this experiment? No. However when I was eating Ritz crackers with packaged tuna for dinner and Mike was eating a medley of Wendy's burgers, mashed potatoes and Popeye's Chicken, it makes me wonder.
From ALL my dealings with homeless people (especially the ones you see flying signs on the road), there's always some element of alcohol involved. I was further confirmed in this "fact" during this homeless experiment.
From hanging out with the Riverside bums (which is comprised entirely of people who have been homeless for long periods of time) you quickly learn that LIFE IS ABOUT BEER.
It almost sounds funny, but it's absolutely true. Nearly every action they take is geared towards scoring money to buy beer, getting people to buy them beer, or just flat out stealing it.
Certain people definitely also use other drugs, but I've not seen enough of that evidence with my own two eyes to know (nor would I want to be present when it's taking place). However by far the prevailing intoxicant of choice is beer (or malt liquor which is like strong beer).
If you ever want to COMPLETELY MAKE A BUM'S DAY....give him a 6, 12 or 24 pack of beer. I've already proved food in easy to come by if you ask for it or know where to go, so when you see a bum asking for money, it's usually going to something such as beer, cigarettes or drugs. Sure some of it goes to buy food, but I'd say a larger portion goes directly to the brew master.
NOTE: This is pretty true at least in Austin from what I've seen.
Now most "normal" homeless people are not asking for money on the street. These people are not necessarily categorized into this hardcore drinking group. The chronically homeless are what I'm talking about.
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I already figured alcohol was a good escape and way to pass the day by if you're homeless, and I wanted to test this by my homeless drinking experiment. The experiment consisted of me having a full day of nothing to do and a full bottle of straight bourbon. I was trying to see why alcohol is such an attractive commodity when living on the streets....and well, it just sounded like a lot of fun :-)
SO imagine you're one of the homeless people living Downtown or on Riverside. Your food needs are taken care of by either grifting for a few hours or going to a homeless shelter and getting food. You don't work, you don't do much of anything....so what can help pass all that time?
Drinking and drugs of course!
On any given day a homeless person whose food/water/shelter are taken care of probably has about 10-12 free hours of the day. That's a lot of time when you're doing NOTHING....and doing nothing can be excruciating if you do NOTHING all day long, everyday.
Did it help pass the day? ABSOLUTELY! Were there repercussions? Yes. I explain them in my Drinking Experiment Results.
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SO CAN YOU BLAME THEM? I mean, billions of people on this planet enjoy a good drink now and then, so what's the harm? I think what's socially acceptable is going out, having a good time and using alcohol to enhance your good time....it shouldn't be needed. What's not socially acceptable is to escape your boredom and problems in life through alcohol. That's where it starts to get dangerous.
I'll soon discuss if I think giving money to homeless people is acceptable.
Well the Homeless Experiment is finally done, I'm back home where I fully showered, shaved and got a haircut.
Here's what I looked like right before I entered the house:
(Look how disgusting my shirt got)
Feels pretty good to get out of those old, stinky clothes! Some recent observations:
Viewed humans as more of a species than people: Typically you view humans as much different than animals because of how we live, but when homeless it became more and more apparent that we are strikingly similar.
For example, when staying under the bridge all I could really do was watch several families of birds that nested under the bridge.
As I watched them I realized they're not much different than I was at the moment. The birds would scrounge around for food for a little while, stop when they had their fill, then go back to their little nests they built out of whatever they could find.
During the time I was (pretending to be) homeless I would do.....well, basically the exact same thing as the birds and all the other animals. Instead of small branches as a nest, I used cardboard and a sleeping bag.
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Maslow's Hierarchy of Needs: This ties in with the above. I noticed when homeless my mind thought about completely different things as opposed to a normal member of society. I realized I wasn't really thinking about anything. My mind was for the most part devoid of deep or interesting thoughts.
Maslow's Hierarchy of Needs popped up in my head and I realized how much further down the scale I had placed myself by living this homeless experience.
Normally I think of ways to improve myself, have fun, short/medium/long goals and ways to overall improve my life for myself and others that will depend on me in the future.
When I was homeless I thought about where my next meal was coming from, if I had enough water to last through the night and where I would sleep. The thought process rarely got beyond those simple questions.
This was a true testament to the validity Maslow's theory. I didn't particularly care about anything above that first rung because that first rung wasn't completely fulfilled at all times.
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Day to Day Living and lack of long-term thinking: This ties in with the Maslow observation....that since my priorities were set on the basic necessities of life, hardly any head was paid to long-term thoughts. I could see this in the people who are truly homeless...they had no goal or long-term plan for themselves.
I'm not saying everyone needs a step-by-step plan...but at least a vague map of where you want to end up is important (well, actually we all invariably end up at the same destination)!
This observation may play one of the many small factors that keeps some people in a perpetual state of homelessness.
Got back home, immediately through everything I was wearing (shoes and all) into the trash. Took two showers and am enjoying my newly shaven face. I was starting to forget what I looked like!
So tonight is the last night of my Homeless Exeriment. I'm sleeping under the same bridge I did the first night.
Tomorrow morning when the sun rises (which is generally what wakes me up) I'll pack up and head back home. All my clothes, shoes and backpack will go straight in the trash. A shower will immediately follow.
I will leave Black Mike my sleeping bag, hoodie jacket, jeans and my extra pair of socks. I really didn't use those much this trip, and I was going to throw them away soon as I got home.
Mike's out grifting right now, and is supposedly bringing back a pizza later tonight.
This will be my last goodnight as Homeless Nev! GOODNIGHT!
I started drinking around 12:30pm, and soon the time after that passed quickly. I slowly started becoming less aware about my degenerating appearance and social status, I spoke with more people than I usually would (even had a long conversation with Crazy Cat Lady in the park) and the time in general was more tolerable than simply doing nothing.
I laid my head down around 4pm I believe (once again, I still don't have much sense of time unless I turn on my phone or netbook) and took a nap. Some loud noise woke me up at 6pm and I had a pounding headache. Newton said, "For every action, there is an equal and opposite reaction." Yea, the opposite reaction is called a HANGOVER.
I woke up by a tree laying in the dirt. So far I've managed to stay "relatively" clean, but now my one and only shirt is completely covered in a permanent layer of dirt. The whole thing is brown now instead of white.
I downed an entire 375ML bottle of cheap, strong bourbon. For those that don't know, think of a normal sized alcohol bottle: it's half of that. Needless to say I got buzzed (I wasn't completely ass-drunk, but more of a very heavy buzz). If I was driving and gave a breathalyzer test I definitely would've been hauled off to jail.
This is also the day I am supposed to sleep Downtown at a non-shelter location (because that was obviously WAY too easy), I brushed off as much dirt as I could and started the journey.
For the first time in this experiment I TRULY FELT HOMELESS when I woke up in the dirt by a tree with a pounding head. I struggled to open my eyes, clumsily got up and started to gather my dusty backpack and garbage bag. To the outside observer I must've truly fit the homeless stereotype.
I walked through a charming neighborhood area for a while, noting places I could possibly sleep for the night. I've ended up in a park somewhere around 9th St. I found a large slap of concrete, brushed it off and laid down to work off this hangover. It's now 9:00pm, sort of dark and I think I'll sleep here for the night. It's hot as hell and there's no way I'm pulling out a sleeping bag in the heat.
I'm just goind to sleep on this slab of concrete and hope there's not too many bugs biting.
Still hungover from the drinking experiment. Wrote a post but no wireless access at moment.
I was resting on a slab of concrete in a park Downtown, it got dark so I decided to stay here. WAY too hot for sleeping bag, so I think I'll just lay here for the night like this.
Hope the bed bugs don't bite (seriously, I'm just laying in the woods and hoping I don't get eaten).
From past dealings with homeless people I know they drink a lot. It's not that they're alcoholics (necessarily), but that they're bored.
Let's say you throw a party at your house. In the beginning things get started slowly. The drinks are poured, more and more are consumed and soon people are feeling pretty loosey goosey. Now people are dancing, talking to each other and having fun.
Alcohol is a well known social lubricant because it can help make a dull time into a fun time. Do you NEED it? Absolutely 100% not, but it can help.
SO imagine you're one of the homeless people living Downtown or on Riverside. Your food needs are taken care of by either grifting for a few hours or going to a homeless shelter and getting food. You don't work, you don't do much of anything....so what can help pass all that time?
Drinking and drugs of course!
On any given day a homeless person whose food/water/shelter are taken care of probably has about 10-12 free hours of the day. That's a lot of time when you're doing NOTHING....and doing nothing can be excruciating if you do NOTHING all day long, everyday.
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So my experiment for today is to get drunk and bum around. From the meager proceeds of asking people here and there for money, I mustered up $6.00. For $4.50 I bought a plastic 375ML bottle of J.T.S. Brown Kentucky Bourbon (whaa???) and started drinking. I've got a good buzz going and am sitting here in the "Homeless Park" (aka a park by the library that's always populated with homeless people) and am typing this up (I can skim the library wireless from here)!
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Quick Story: There is a liquor store RIGHT across the street from the homeless shelter. I'm talking maybe 25 steps away max. As I was buying the bourbon I asked the clerk if, "He gets many of us homeless people in here." He responded, "Nope, I don't get many of them in here." Puzzled by why he classified them as "Them" instead of "You" I asked if he thought I was homeless. He immediately replied, "Nope, you don't have the tell-tale signs of a homeless person." I was a bit relieved and dissapointed by this.
Relieved because I didn't REALLLLYY look homeless (despite entering his store with a beard, ripped/dirty shirt, carrying a garbage bag and asking for only bottles made out of plastic). Dissapointed because perhaps I didn't do a good enough job of disguising myself....although I think I did, this is what I look like right now:
(That's one homeless looking dude from my perspective).
Anyhow, surprisingly he does "Very very little" business with homeless people because he doesn't carry much they can afford. The store stopped carrying things in the $2.00 price range because, "The sales were too small, took too much time, the shelters didn't like it and the cops didn't like it." Basically it was bad for business AND social causes. Interesting.
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So right now it's 1:39pm and I'm buzzed (actually maybe a little drunk). How does it feel? A lot better than being sober.
This is only because I'm pretending to be homeless and have nothing else to do. Otherwise I'd MUCH RATHER be completely sober and reading and jotting down notes on some Epictetus or other interesting subject at the library.
Well, they woke us up at the ARCH homeless shelter at 5:30am. By about 5:45 you have to be out of the dorm area. As I went downstairs I saw pretty much everyone just sitting in the main holding area. Like a sheep in a herd I just sat around like everyone else. I figured they would let us all out at the same time....it was still early so I wasn't thinking, "Wait, this isn't jail, they're not HOLDING us."
I eventually got up and left, it was still dark outside. I have no idea what those people are going to do all day. Probably just chill.
Anyhow I figured I can't kill a whole Saturday doing nothing, I'd go insane, so something must be done. I started walking towards the day labor center....apparently they've moved, bummer. Walked back to the ARCH, found a guy with work boots strung around his neck and asked him. It was two miles away by bus and he was going there. I hopped the bus with him, got there. Turns out it was a slow day and they had no more jobs left. The guy who went with me already had a repeat job, so he went off. I waited for an hour for the bus to come back then went back to the shelter.
Ok, NOW WHAT? I went over to the public library, it doesn't open till 10am. Oye ve. So now I'm sitting on a bench across the street:
Me with my backpack and garbage bag with a sleeping bag and food inside of it.
Most of the other homeless people are just bumming around doing nothing. What an untapped labor force this is.
So tonight was a pretty interesting and very easy day. Earlier in the day I registered for the ARCH homeless shelter sleep lottery. This means you show up in behind the facility in the alley at 6:00pm and stand in line for a lotto ticket. You pick a number out of a bucket, and they call a group of numbers at random (so people can't sell the tickets).
I was #4 and the first group the called was 1-25! Almost everyone there was familiar with the system, I was the only new one in my group. First they sent me through the X-rays again. I checked in my pocket knife, but they found a small bottle of alcohol in my bag. It was a 375ML bottle of Kentucky Whiskey or some cheap thing like that. The girl checking the x-ray immediately told the head guy, and all the people waiting in line let out a collecive "Uhhh ooohhh" expression.
The head guy told me there is an uber-strict ABSOLUTELY NO ALCOHOL policy on premises PERIOD. Anyone of the other guys would've been thrown out on the spot, no exceptions. He felt leniency towards me because it was my first time, so he allowed me to (first pour out) then discard the bottle. It was completely unopened and I noticed a couple of the guys cringe as I was forced to pour out a perfectly good bottle of alcohol! A bottle like that is a hot commodity in a place like that.
Anyhow, filled out some quick paper work with the guy, lied on all the questions about how long I've been homeless and proceeded to check in. First order of business was to take a shower. Everyone sleeping there has to take a mandatory shower (good thing or else it'd smell like sin in here). I went through the whole shower routine like I described earlier, still had no towel and dried off under the hand blower.
They sent me to my bunk which from what I understand is in the best part. I am bunk E3, and the E section is an open hall which is the nicest. The whole third floor is dubbed "The Penthouse" because it's so nice (well...in relation to the other floors). There is a very large outdoor patio with a TV, fans bunch of benches. You could over hear guys saying, "Man, it's been almost a week since I've got The Penthouse!"
I was then given a meal ticket (one of the lucky ones who got a place to stay PLUS a meal). I was served a great meal, and once again all the volunteers were exceedingly nice to deal with. Get this: I got salmon, salad, lasagna and macaroni & cheese plus a Three Musketeers bars and ice tea to drink. I was for the third time today STUFFED! This is not really what I expected when I was planning the Homeless Experiment!
After dinner most people are just sitting around smoking cigarettes out on the third floor patio. It's very nice out there (sans the cigarette smoke which I stayed upwind from). I watched the sunset from a third floor primo location in Downtown Austin. There was a January 2009 issue of Texas Monthly on my bunk, so I proceeded to slowly read that for 2 hours since I had nothing else to do.
Funny note: There are two guys openly playing on their laptops here and one guy with a portable DVD player watching a movie. Many people have cell phones and MP3 players. I'm sitting in my top bunk typing this while most people are still outside. I now realize it's not dangerous to have a laptop here, but I'd still rather not raise my value as a target.
When outside you can start to catch glimpses of party goers starting to hit 6th Street. I'm usually one of those people who tries to avoid this area to stay away from people at the homeless shelter. Talk about flipping the script.
It's funny because this place reminds me of something....a COLLEGE DORM! It's a bunch of guys living together, sharing a bathroom, hanging out, chilling, eating together. Except everyone here is circa 45 years old. Everyone is very friendly, there are no "bullies" or anything like that here.
I’m not sure what time they’ll kick us out of here. Lights off is at 9:30pm….I have no idea how I’ll be able to sleep that early. I’m guessing they’ll wake everyone up sometime around 6 or 7am.
Well, I'm safe, clean, well fed, well stocked with food/water and have a comfortable bunk to sleep in. I see why so many chronically homeless people choose to live like this. IT AIN'T THAT BAD.
Written at 9:05pm on Friday June 5th, 2009. Bunk E3 of the ARCH Homeless Shelter while eating a Three Musketeers candy bar.
Well the first attempt was a bust. I asked a guy waiting for a bus where the day labor center was.
He had boots around his neck so I figures he was going there. I hopped a bus with him and arrived 2 miles away in East Austin, they had no jobs left. His was repeat work so he had a job for the day.
Waiting for a bus back, will try another place clear across town, although from what people told me it's a little too late in the day (6:45am). Not like I have anything else to do!
From ALL my dealings with homeless people (especially the ones you see flying signs on the road), there's always some element of alcohol involved. I was further confirmed in this "fact" during this homeless experiment.
