Anybody else…

…ever sell blood for lunch money? Street people, when I lived amongst them, sold their blood as often as possible to blood banks in Boulder, Colorado.

Want to hear about when I sold my blood for a few bucks and a Rocky Mountain high?

From the museum in Manila I visited this time last year

15 thoughts on “Anybody else…

  1. I’d hitchhike to the Hare Krishna temple in Denver once a week to get free food after their worship service. The chanting and prancing about was brutal and the price of admission for a free meal.

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  2. Whatever happened to the Hare Krishna? Or did they just stop,wearing those conspicuous apricot colored robes?
    Yes Simon, inquiring minds want to know : why, and for low long, and at what point in your life, were you a street person in Denver?

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    1. I lived in the streets in Boulder (not Denver) but would hitchhike once a week to the Hare Krishna ‘temple’ in Denver for a free vegetarian meal. My time had almost no value then so spending hours on the road hitchhiking for a free meal made sense. I think?

      This was after my freshman year in college. I took my gap year early and spent the first half in Estes Park at the gateway to the Rocky Mountain National Park, then down to Boulder for the winter. It was neither luxurious nor sponsored by my ‘rents. I was running away from myself perhaps. Finally, I found a great place to crash on Colorado Uni’s campus but the cops kept finding, rousting, and kicking me off campus so that was not a lot of fun either.

      The entire experience taught me that girls do not much care for homeless guys but fags were very interested in some of us for reasons which I still cannot fathom.

      My future sister-in-law almost didn’t recognize me when I finally went home. She answered the door when I knocked and told me later I looked like a skeleton with filthy clothes and a (red) beard.

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  3. BTW, I recall the needle they used was as big around as a drinking straw. I think I still have a small scar from all the times they tapped that bad boy. I sold life!

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  4. Is this where/when the soothing qualities of Schubert fit in? (I still have that virtual birthday present, btw, and enjoy it often. (smile) The pic is perfect.

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    1. You, Nanda, forget nothing I write.

      Yes, when I felt I was losing my mind I would go to the public library to listen to Schubert’s “Unfinished” Symphony. I would have done it more often but my hygiene was an issue and I did not want to frighten women and children more often than was absolutely necessary.

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      1. “You, Nanda, forget nothing I write.”

        Only because what you write succeeds at informing/entertaining/amusing/consoling. Sometimes, it’s helpful to revisit those moments, just sayin’….

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  5. I attempted to sell my blood for lunch money once, but did not succeed. I was homeless for a few weeks in Hawaii, and heard rumors of the blood selling thing, but when I showed up at the place, they told me the rumors were not true.

    Being homeless in Hawaii is much easier than being homeless in Colorado, I suspect. I used to bathe in a fountain at 3 am, when no one else was around. Like I said, it only lasted for a few weeks.

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    1. Where did you sleep?

      The homeless women I met had a much rougher time than did the men. Most of those females should have been in psychiatric facilities for their own good.

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      1. I was incredibly blessed with a boyfriend who was protecting me; we had been going out for a while before we both became homeless, so he protected me. Or maybe we were just lucky, or both? We were more afraid of being in the homeless shelter than sleeping on the streets, so we just slept in bushes, in strange places where we hoped we would not be seen or found, and we usually weren’t. A few times, a police officer would come along and tell us to move along, but that was it.

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  6. People do not realize how a few sudden back-to-back tragic events can lead quickly to a life on the streets.
    If you don’t mind telling us, what were the major events that led to your homelessness?

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    1. My own irresponsibility and stupidity 🙂 I totally agree that for many people, homelessness isn’t their fault, but in my case, it was totally my own fault. I had been working, was sick of working, had a couple thousand dollars in the bank, and a boyfriend who assured me that his ship would be coming in any day, lol. I really do not know what I was thinking. The boyfriend actually wasn’t a bad guy, but he was just as young and stupid as I was, but he did take very good care of me while we were homeless, and I will always be grateful to him for that.

      To this day, my parents have no idea about any of this: it only lasted a few weeks because after a few weeks, my Dad had a near death heart attack, and I immediately flew back to Massachusetts. I could have flown back at any time: if my parents had any idea what was going on, they would have bought me a ticket home. I was incredibly fortunate, and because of that, my experience with homelessness was not really real: for me, it was optional. I knew that I could opt out at any time. I was incredibly fortunate.

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  7. I am reminded of the brilliant and much-missed Dr. Charles Krauthammer, who often spoke of the tragedy of allowing the homeless mentally-ill to “die-with-their-rights-on”. Incomprehensible!

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