The conditions of homelessness were ideal: i did not have any addictions, not even cigarettes that year.

and I was slightly indifferent enough to what everyone thought of me to truly be at ease on the street, without being very social at all. 

It is so hard on the mental and especially body to be homeless even if I did enjoy most of it for real. Why? It was my choice and for the first time I said: god will watch over me when I was evicted in 2006. because I had no drug addictions at all and there certainly was no mention of prostitution even close to it all along (all my life actually i was lucky in my badluck), I was able to just be free and hungry and wet from the rain or hot from the sun. I walked a ton and to be honest, i thank God for this experience. How else would have I have dscovered the truth of cops fascism extremes with hobbo and unidentified people they bring to mental health hospitals in canada....I would also have never had the empathy required of me and everyone who meets real unlucky campers like so many on the wing here in 2021 for 6-9 days. I probably would have never kept friend and been good support to the good saint Metis rosie either. the extremes of injustices on our most vulnerable populations, the poor and crazy, is horrendous in canada, as it is ,I am sure, in  most places on earth.