There was a point in my homelessness when i stayed at the canal on 64th street and Thomas in South Scottsdale at the bottom of a little hill, kind of secluded. I would hang there at night and get high. Sometimes I slept. I had couch cushions and a bunch of blankets, and would fold and pile them up neatly when I left each day. I also stored a suitcase full of clothes in a nearby flood drain. I stayed there off and on for a couple of months. One day I came back to find a piece of paper sitting on top of my stuff...it was an urban camping violation warning from SRP threatening that I would be arrested if I continued to stay there. I stayed that night but was extra paranoid when I heard SRP approaching the next morning and left.
Today I am grateful that I have a roof over my head and do not have to rest in fear of getting arrested. I am grateful to have a place to call home with a nice mattress, shower, my own TV, and all of the nice extras I have accumulated in sobriety.
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