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The story of George the Wayward Chair continues...

I've come back to the place I once called home. I wanted to see it once more... .

Last night I slept near the beach. During my aimless wanderings I saw a bridge near a bike path were a cloud of steam was escaping near the base. I went over to see if I could warm myself. I've never had to stay outside so I'm not accustomed to the chilly night air.

As I warmed myself I fell asleep near the steam and was kept warm all night. I awoke the next morning feeling all alone. The fact that I was homeless sank in right about then. I had no place to go.

I walked back to the house I used to live in to see it just once more. As I stood there in the driveway I thought, "I could continue to feel sorry for myself or, I could do something." I really didn't know what that something was just yet, but that's what I decided to do. "Something".

I turned and headed down the street, to where, I didn't know, but I figured if I kept moving my past couldn't catch me.

I had walked a few blocks when I came to the golf course. As I walked along I thought it would be fun to play golf, but I had no place to spend the night so that thought dissappeared. As I walked along a truck passed. Without realizing what I was doing I ran after it.

The truck pulled over, the passanger door opened and I saw the driver. He had the look on his face that said: "O.K. you got a minute to tell me what you want".

I said, "My name is George, or you could just call me G. He said his name was Otis. We shook hands, then he opened the back of the turck to let me in.

As I lay in the back I thought that at least for now I have someplace to sleep. Life seemed to be taking a turn......... for the time being anyway.

I settled in to ride with Otis to pick up supplies for the trip to Georgia. He stopped at a local joint in his city (Long Beach) and got a few chicken burritos and drinks for us to munch on. I loved sitting on the back of the truck eating my burrito and watching the traffic go by. Otis sat with me, so far he seemed like a pretty kool guy. He couldn't be so bad; he was taking me cross country with him simply because I had no place to go. Maybe he just wanted some company. He didn't talk very much, he just sat there watching the traffic go by just as I did. Maybe this homeless things is not soooo bad after all. If I can have just a few moments like this on a daily basis I think I could be o.k. without a permanent home. I never knew this side of life since I had been an indoor chair. Under the right circumstances life seemed as if it could be very exciting...................................................