Seriously, no couch necessary. (JD’s got it tied up anyway.)

Here is a picture of my friend Marianne her son Tyler and me, this is roughly 6 years into a 9 year IV methamphetamine addiction.

There I was at 3 am pulling it and all my stuff down the middle of Adams rd near Trolley Barn Park in San Diego.

Unfortunately my drug addled thought processes were not up to par and when they were ready to transfer me I was unprepared, Once transferred to an indoor recreation area in the Chula Vista Jail with the weed in the tips of my shoes and being told to disrobe all & shoes. Fear and dread came upon me.

We have some things in common.
27 here off all IV, and 37 off Alcohol
Congrats and ODAAT

The most common way to sneak stuff into jail is an invasive and uncomfortable experience, so once I was put in a regular cell, out it came. The real reason I had it still was that I might actually be able to trade it for some commissary items, since all prior jail visits I was penniless.

Camp was under the I5 south ramp to Pershing Drive adjacent to 17th St., where we camped with 12-15 other homeless guys. More about life under the bridge at a later time.