Reggie’s Reflections – Good for Me???? 

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Accused of crimes I struggled to sell papers. It was a learning experience. I know I could move around, but what was I familiar with? I stuck to my panhandling spot. I worked all day and made a mediocre income. Each morning that I got up, I knew I had to try. A girl called on me late one night. She told me where she was, so I picked up, stashed my things, and headed out. It was a long walk out to Maryland. But I was received well. I ate dinner, and we hung out with her cousin. They gossiped for a while and her cousin left. I slept pretty well that night, but I awoke almost immediately wanting to leave. After some coaxing I stayed. One day went by then two. On the third day the owner of the house offered me a ride back to southeast. I told them the area they could drop me off. I waited until they were far down the road before I made my way back to my hideout. I was glad to have slept in a bed, but it was of no use. Fact of the matter was that furnace was my bed. My sleep became dreamless. Some nights I just laid on the floor, but something wouldn’t let me quit, what was it? Was this female helping me good for me or was it all a game? I didn’t see the outcome but was willing to face it head on.  


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