The following morning, before the shivering dawn, I located the Neal Goode Center amid a mass of filthy, malodorous tents. Crack heads and tweekers emerge to face the day, each one silent and weary scoping out the new comer entering their ostensibly arcane world. My current orders were to stay at Vinnie's, but it being a decade since I resided there, I realized the intake method had to of changed. And sure as shit, it had. I spoke with a caseworker and she gave me the lowdown on what was what. For starts, I needed to return the following day at 6am to get on a bed list. Okay. Fine. Spent the remainder of the day lying in the grass of Balboa Park under a tree, sleeping from a sleepless night.
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