4 Months on the Road

Mexico through the United States

I traveled down to Mexico and found a place on the strip in Rosarito.  The lady who owned it had an onsite manager and we agreed to $600 per month; $800 upfront to include the deposit.  This left less than $200 for food, since I had used it for gas.  I had stopped in San Diego, stayed in a motel for a few nights, trying to find local shelter, but had no luck since people need to have Interviews, they want people with stable jobs, and I just couldn't find anyone where I could just say hey, I had a great career, hit some down times, have very little money, etc. etc.; the real problem was I was too exhausted to interview with people and I was in a mode of hate, fear, and just fed up with Society.

I spent a couple weeks in Mexico, where I was hoping to just relax by the beach, eat some Tacos and Margaritas and just live, but I knew that wouldn't be a safe place to hang my hat; even though I could visualize it.  I was safe for the most part, but I my battery went bad in my car, so I couldn't leave or keep it charged long enough to drive to Puerto Nuevo for Lobster.  I used the Internet to find someone from the states to come and fix it in exchange for a date.  He was from Iran.  Go figure, I couldn't escape the War, but he was really nice.  I met a guy from the US who was looking to share his place on the beach, but he seemed really odd to me, so I decided to just head back to the states.

I drove up through California and headed toward Sacramento.  I thought I could find somewhere there to settle in, maybe a shelter or get help from the VA; but was unsuccessful.  I found a place ran by a church and it was a stinky run down apartment in the worst part of Sacramento where they crammed 4 people in one apartment with sick, smelly, parolees.  I'd had enough after an old lady tried to smack me.

I headed back to Calaveras County to visit my Dad.  I thought maybe I could patch things up there and stay for awhile.  I had heard he was getting divorced and he was out of town with my Brother, so I thought I could surprise him.  He came home and had me arrested for Trespassing, said I wasn't his Daughter.  The cops threw me on the ground as if I was a danger or a threat to them or my Dad.  I had called the Local Sheriff's when I got there, told him I was my Dad's Daughter and that there were some Domestic issues going on in his life and the house was a mess, but I was there.   I don't remember why I had called them, but I think it was just to alert them that upon arrival, the house was a mess.  I didn't really have any intent, definitely no ill intent, but with a murderer out on the streets, and me being in town, having communicated my concerns, I thought it would be best for safety.  Anyway, my Dad and Brother apparently weren't happy with my presence and called to have me arrested.  I remember why I called now, there was a gun on the counter, the lights were on, and I was confused and scared.

Neither my Dad nor my Brother will speak to me now.

My dirty former Boss from SacSheriff, and other Government Contractors, used to tell me I was going to be forced into a life of crime, and that they would never be on my side if I blew the whistle on their faults.  Even if I was just hearing voices, it was still what I was hearing.  I still blow my whistle today and I'll tell you, it was their fault I am in this place.

I headed for Las Vegas to check out the strip, found even more drugs, but a nice face, claiming to be from Sacramento.  I had a few nights of fun, considered settling in and decided it was best if I made my way back east to see if it was more affordable than the West Coast.  Before I left Arizona, I had researched Virginia and neighboring states, calculating the cost of travel and I even got a 30% payday loan to make sure I got there.

I made it to Danville, VA in about 3 or 4 days; traveling by car, sleeping in truck and rest stops.  I found a church ran shelter there and thought if I could survive the strange "church-like" management, I could settle in, since it was a cute town, even if it was primarily low class African Americans.  I got in touch with the Veterans Administration and was told they had a great place in Roanoke, VA for Veterans, which was about 2 or 3 hours north of Danville.  I packed my bags and walked right into ANOTHER DISASTER.