Print newspapers stacked up. Photo courtesy of Jon S/Flickr

It was a Sunday, and I woke up at 5:00 a.m. I got dressed and smoked a cigarette outside the shelter. I crossed the street and walked a block to the bus stop. I caught the bus to downtown and went to Epiphany Church for breakfast. My case manager was there. She gave me tokens and bought two newspapers. Snow was coming down so fast. I got really cold, but I stayed selling the paper until about noon and made 12 dollars. I caught the bus and went back to the shelter. When I got there, they keep the lights off so that we can watch TV. The food truck comes at around 4:00 pm. Someone screams that it is here, and we rush out to it for a ham and cheese sandwich, potato chips, mint cookies and juice. Later that night, two fights broke out. The women were screaming at each other in the bathroom and came out fighting. The security guard had to break them up. We turned lights off at 10:00 p.m, and I woke up on Monday morning as soon as they turned on the lights at 5:00 a.m.