Portland, OR

Story time. 

Last night, I was coming out of the gym and got into my car in the poorly lit gym parking garage. I heard a voice, and thought I had accidentally dialed someone on my phone. As I was fumbling to pull my phone out of my pocket, I noticed movement out of the corner of my eye. 

A (presumably) homeless woman, half-way conscious (whole-way high on fentanyl) was laying on the floor of my backseat. It scared the shit of me, and I jumped out of the car, yelled at her to "get the f*ck out of my car". She did, as she slurred apologies, though it took her a couple minutes because she was high AF and wedged between the seats (LOL). 

As startled and angry as I was in the moment, there was also a part of me that felt compassion and sympathy for this person. I feel like I've been grappling with this mix of emotions since. 

Only in Portland...

Navigating the world of finance by day, pondering its flaws by night. ETH Maxi

This is a normal human reaction. Sad, scary, all of it.

She/her 
Talking *@! In /extracurriculars reminiscing in /gen-x and curating in /trish

Power is back! Thank you 

My sisters mother in law had a squatter living in her crawl space (LA). She doesn’t know how long he was there before she discovered him but there were signs in retrospect so probably a while. Her son sealed the space up. 

I still think about it and wonder where he is and hope he’s okay

Yeah, I feel like I was processing it all last night. It took a while to calm down enough to fall sleep. 

By the way, I hope you got your power back!